This Plan Will Take So Long

Why? There are 3 reasons I can give you.

First, I seem to have perfected my nature as a lazy old bloke. I’ve been very lazy for so long. When an idea struck me, I’d get very excited. I’d lay out a plan as good as I can. Take lots of cold baths and keep planning good. When satisfied, laziness takes over. I procrastinate and I delude myself that I’ve been doing something, anything just to have something transported to my brain that I’ve been busy. Very busy. So that I’d have a good excuse that I deserve a good drink or two. And I succeeded kidding myself. Every single fricking day.

Hours become days become weeks, and now it’s been a month since I have that plan. Poor good plan.

Second, well, this is a good excuse. But I digress. I’ve been working hard as a regular 10 to 7 ratracer. I work in a call center company here in Cebu. And it’s a good company. I’m working with some great people. And I have nothing but good things to say to them. And like them we are regular ratracers, working for someone’s big dreams. And that someone is very lucky to have us helping him actualize his big dreams. Good for him. He’s very lucky indeed.

Third, I lack motivation. I am single. Which means no big responsibilities. So I suppose I should just enjoy my time and don’t have to work hard. Which is very wrong whichever way you look at it. Well, I still have my family helping paying the bills and putting food on the table, and I pay my lil brother’s tuition and allowance. But no real motivation. Punch me in the crotch when you see me. That should motivate me to at least hate you and try to be better than you.

Thing is: I am still holding on, on that same idea. Someday I’ll break that old bad habit. Kicking the big bad wolf. Someday I’ll soon get tired of giving excuses. Someday I’ll find myself a good motivation.

So What Exactly Is the Plan?

The plan is to get out of the rat race. Fast. Before I turn 30. So that’s less than 3 years from now. There’s not really enough time. But I want to take my best shot, regardless of the result.

The goal is that great ol’ freedom. Freedom to make your present situation a bit better than yesterday. Freedom to buy your little brother a pair of new shoes because you saw him runnin in the basketball court on your old pair of sneakers, which you know, hurt his feet, and it hurts you seeing him rubbing his feet after a grueling game. Or whatever you think having money can do to help others and yourself become a little better.

It’s a rat race out there, chum.

Not a time to lose. But what the heck is a rat race? If you’ve been feeling the pinch of doing everything you can, for years now, and seems like there’s no fricking improvement since last year, or the other year before that, though you work your arse off from 10 in the morning to 7 in the evening, you are in a rat race. And you will remain there till what, till it’s time for you to retire? You are 60 by then. An old, spent rat.

If you’ve played the game called Cashflow, maybe you will understand the concept better. I haven’t played it. But I’ve read about the man who invented the game, and owe him a lot for that. Not a time to lose.

So what’s my plan of action?

Invest on myself and what I do best. And what I do best is not nice.

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