An Insidious Kind of Mental Illness


My friend, M

I told my friend what I did: sold my car, left school and took off backpacking. She was so wise and supportive that I want to share what she had to say:

“I often think we have it wrong. We ought to retire when we are young and are full-functioning, all our faculties intact, and work until we are hunched and dusty and dust-bound anyway. But really – why should we work at all. We must labor, sure, for the things we need. But all this career and money madness strikes me as an insidious kind of mental illness.”

I couldn’t agree more, M.