A Happy Life is About Doing Less
I refuse to hustle & grind until I die
Many people preach the gospel of hustle and grind. They come in many forms, from the aging, middle-class suburbanites to the young tech bros and gung-ho freelancers. They have millions of disciples and a huge influence in online spaces and on our economy.
If you aren’t already rich and successful, you need to work every spare moment to get rich; otherwise, you’re a poor loser, or so these hustle disciples would have you believe.
But that Flavor-Aid isn’t for me. I don’t believe in having to hustle and grind until I get rich or die.
It was a typical Las Vegas August evening. The desert was still awash in sunlight, but the temperatures had begun to fall from an afternoon high of 110 degrees Fahrenheit to just above 90.
In one of the nicer neighborhoods in suburban Henderson, the kind where the homes manage to have lush front lawns instead of rock gardens, a man in his mid-fifties and his new son-in-law stood over the open hood of a well-traveled Honda Accord.
