Every time I have gone somewhere on holiday, I have experienced what I would have experienced at home, just some place else. The scenery may be different, but you cannot escape from yourself.


It beats me how going on holiday can, somehow, make you feel ‘okay’, if what you have to return to makes you feel other than ‘okay’.


It seems to me that the idea behind holidays such as Christmas, or spending a fortnight somewhere in the sun, is society telling you that it is now okay for you to actually enjoy yourself.

But, of course, you have to spend, maybe, a thousand or two for that privilege.

Well, you’re not going to get it for nothing, are ya?

Fine. Live it up for two weeks of the year. Go wild. Go crazy. Have a blast. Lose all your inhibitions.

In fact, lose all sense of who you think you are.

But what about the rest of the year? Why not act with the same spirit then?

Well, you’ve got to be responsible, you’ve got the mortgage, the wife, the …

Nonsense! No one forced any of that on you. You chose it all.

The truth is that you could live that crazy, wild life, 52 weeks a year, if you chose.

What if you brought all that crazy, wildness to the mortgage, the wife … what would that be like?

No, not that …

Okay, then choose a different mortgage and a different wife, and bring that crazy, wildness to that …

Essentially, the only difference between going to work and going on holiday is your attitude towards what you choose.

© Phillip A. Klein March 2008

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