And the car must be newer and greater than the one of the colleague, then everybody must realize that one is not any lagaa of mico. Adam Portnoy might disagree with that approach. And the family demands and presses, because there is to occur to cache and estatus and the experience sample that is nobody no more self-seeking, snobbish and exhibitionist who the middle-class when she gives him by the social ascent. Then it is a vicious circle that never finishes, get into debt itself, consuming without limits, working without rest to be able to fulfill, etc. Often the unique thing that makes us stop to us to reflect, is not the product of a rationalization or a philosophical lucubration that makes us fall in account of which we are little less than slaves, but an sudden infarct, a demurrage in a unit of intensive cares, a separation, an infidelity, delinquency or drug addiction in home and thousands tragedies more, each worse one than the other. It is necessary to remember that when we dreamed about studying and specializing to us, we among others made things to have one better quality of life. Perhaps we have obtained yes it? Yes we lived better? Or simply we are enslaved with university title without time for we ourself, nor for our families, without place for the intellectual growth, the worldly enjoyment and aesthetic rejoicing, to feel in the body and the senses the sublime one to please to feel us alive and healthy and vigorous and to be thankful for to the life by so many privileges and benefits to him that have given to us and that often we wasted very stupid idiotly without at least giving account us. It is not necessary to try to become rich in the first year of exercise. The things are arriving, the rewards are obtained when the work takes control of responsibility, certainty and dignificando to the person like an integral being.

He is better a cultured professional, balance, happy, compensated psychically and spiritually, that confidence between its resemblances generates, that a rich poor man who the unique thing that it has it is silver, a vulgar gold donkey that only thinks about the ticket and the work, the wealthiest professional of the cemetery. Those years of work-addiction without calmness pass their account of collection in ulcers, insomnia, hypertension, lumbagoes, chronic impotence, malgenio, migraas. Sooner or later the hipfisis and the pineal gland call in opinion by I mistreat, by the abuse against the circadian cycle, by the overload. And one faces the mirror, the dark and interminable night and discovers that there is no reverse gear. Colleague, to his needs it family.

He returns to the elementary pleasures that made so happy it when it was not obsessed with the work. He has a diversion, an office, a entretenedero so that one does not become bored when one retires, if he does not arrive as much ill from working. He reads, he laughs myself, enjoyment, he enjoys. Life is only one and it is finishing to us. Colleague, does not work as much.