When life is ruled by the clock
This blog has been written in a bit more personal tone again, deliberately. To its reading and understanding a small sense of humor is required too. The kind when one can laugh at himself. The specific jokes of mine are only laughed at most of the time by me I think, and maybe by Murphy, who – according to his own, to his thinking superior law – says, that if a joke can be unfunny, it will be so, especially if me, the Coffeeking wants it to be funny. 🙂
The death of the clock: Coffeeking – Alarm clock: 1: 0
No need to worry, I smashed the alarm clock under controlled conditions in a professional way, eyes closed, turning away, being careful not have a piece of it snap into my eyes. I had to clean up after the party of course, but it was worth it. 🙂
Alarm-clock, daily routine, rat race:
When the clock controls life
I’ve had a shorter day at work and could afford the luxury of going to sleep in the afternoon at 2 pm. I think I deserved it. I was so exhausted by this time because I had completed a good part of my daily routine, what I have to do and what I love as well. Did my morning workout plus afternoon workout as well, because I had woken up a bit earlier, before the sharp, hateful voice of the phone alarm clock would have made me jump out of bed. Had the morning dog walk, went to my workplace, posted my five daily online DXN business ads, completed my daily dose of language lessons on Duolingo. Had lunch while watching a bit from a movie, and after eating I became drowsy like a big baby. My phone was muted, not to let anyone bother me even accidentally. It’s like when riding a bike: it is not even turned on as my ’self-time’ is sacred. I had a very good sleep, until I woke up to the feeling that I forgot something. It was in connection with the telephone. I got up, it was 16:37. Mute was all right, because it did not ring, but I forgot to set the alarm to 16: 20.
Why set a phone-alarm in the middle of the day?
You may I ask why the hell should I get up at 16: 20, why couldn’t I have slept a bit more. I also asked the same. Every day of my life at 16: 30 is occupied with dog walking. With the one in the afternoon between the one at 6 in the morning and the one at 10 PM in the evening. Great, huh?
My dogs trust me and I trust’em, but the weather…
Anyway, I had no problem, my dogs are housebroken, they would have signalled me, but there is no need ever, because they know that I take them out. They know I take care of them and look after them. I will not let any of the little spitfire barking pocketdogs hurt them. This part was fine, we went down, they did their little and big business, those that my life have been revolving around for 6 years. I thought the weater was oh-so-fine out there. Even when I came home, it was too hot in even a T-shirt and shorts. By half past 4 our good friend Murphy, together with Cunning Spring, thought he will josh me. I almost froze in one of my particularly ’’elegant” T-shirt – shorts – baseball cap collections.
Just to intensify the mood here is a ’weaker’ pic from the winter of 2017… (Sure I was wearing coat-long trousers-wooly cap.)
The man called Murphy who has a Law …
It was a special treat to put on my dog walking gear benumbed in a great rush when I realized I’m late. If my little neat, dependable dogs hold back their business for my sake for 9 hours a day, it is the least I can do that I take them out in time from gratitude. A few times Murphy intervened here too and I had to clean up in the room, but I’m glad I got away with a few of these ’accidents’.
Dogs must do it outside, I can do it everywhere
It might be a little too personal here, but I have to write it down due to reach full impact.
Life with dogs has a golden rule, that the dogs do their business outside, and the owner inside. As went out a little hastily still benumbed because I had just got up, I certainly did not take the double P (pee-pee), which Terence Hill refered to while playing cards in one of my favorite movies Odds an evens (WC). Never mind, dogs manage to hold it daily for 9 hours indoors, I could just stick it out for half an hour outdoors. I managed so. But I’m in a huge step ahead of my dogs, that while they must only do it outdoors, I can do it indoors and outdoors as well. Fortunately, this in my part means only bush–marking small business (without leg lifting), if the situation comes to it, but that’s it. True, there was once when brother Murphy slapped me upside the head, and encouraged me not to be able to hold it till we get home, but I won. Why should he always be right, right? 🙂
When the medicine – or the DXN Spirulina – rolls away
(In Hungarian we use the translation of this term to express getting very angry)
Coffeeking – Murphy: 1: 0
So everything is funky, we are alive and kicking, cooling weather and clouded sky comes our way for the weekend. At exactly the right time because on weekdays, when I can not go out to ride my BMX it was all bright and sunny. Murphy would prefer me to ride my bike in bad weather – or not at all, if it is raining cats and dogs.
Outsmarting Murphy
Here I tell it to you only in confidence that one of my goals is to cross Murphy as many times as possible. I think it must be done like when he is swagging around with a huge grin on his face after a succeeding in outmanoeuvring my calculations, I smoothly I decide to look for a way how I can make the situation positive. If I can not find such positive thing even to the best of my knowledge, I’ll use that situation to motivate me to change it to occur the fewest times possible.
For example, When the medicine – or in my case, the DXN Spirulina – rolls away, I drown my anger, sorrow and frustration into work. Just like now, as I am typing these lines.
Former teacher of many children,
former colleague of many teachers
It is no question of any ’’win-win” situation, that the goats can get enough to eat and the cabbage remains too. Just let Murphy think that he wins sometimes. He might win battles, but never the war. I am nicely, steadily going forward towards my goal. Toward my goal, which is to become many children’s former teacher and many teachers’ former colleague. The reason why former teacher and former colleague, because I’m going to make passive income from sell mushroom coffee on the net rather than teach English until the age of 65, when most of us are neurotic, sick, broke and tired. This is what I can see perspective in, this is my way out of the current treadmill.
Life begins at 40
I have heard something, that goes: ,,Life begins at 200 kilometers per hour, but it’s not a problem if you survive.” The day to day or month to month existence must be survived as well, must be gone beyond. Going forward along with the impending job change I am going to be the sponsor of minimum 40 people who want to work.
Why 40?
I could cite a broadcast of a much-discussed Hungarian talkshow: ’’40, or none? “, but it’s a completely different genre. Forty because I say double or nothing.
The highest level so far in DXN Ganoderma coffee MLM business is the Crown Ambassador. To achieveme that one must sponsor 20 first-line (direct) Star Diamonds. Only twenty people who want to do DXN Network Marketing business, who want more from life, whether regarding leisure or financial situation. I aimed at Double Crown Ambassador level. No one has reached it so far, there might be no such name given to this rank.
I advance nicely, I’ve got the crown, as you can see from my Hungarian website’s logo. Kávékirály stands for Coffeeking – here flew a joke again! 🙂
I am the Coffeeking wearing a crown with Ganoderma! 🙂
A little math on basic level about DXN business
Otherwise, if one is math-minded, it can be calculated, for example, if someone wants to achieve this in 5 years, it means to find eight people a year. I think this is absolutely not much. The simple Crown Ambassador level can be achieved in that time, it has happened so far. But the best part is that even a single Star Diamond level’s commission means the multiple of the Hungarian average monthly earnings. I could say monthly fixed earning, but that would not cover reality. I could say fixed in a way that at a Diamond level with a stable customer network, the commission will come when rain or shine, but not fixed in a way that it will be more and more exponentially, as the network continues to grow.
Hey, don’t worry, I am not turning this blog into a ’’ circle-drawing ” marketing plan presentation now! 😉 I do not like that anyway, so I do not do it. I’m free to work according to my own taste.
I made a few detours here, maybe I have diverted from the subject as well. So, what’s the time? Let’s have a look at that damn clock again …
What inspired my blog?
This, in my opinion very pertinent, poetic phrase caught my attention in the song of my friend Laci Wiltner’s band, Rivers Run Dry: The Clock’s on Tyranny. The lyrics are short and on point:
“Standing for hours in queues
So as to be able to pay
To pay for our misery
Our conditions keep us quiet and still
Is there a life that is more bitter than this?
I do not wanna go through this process
I wanna live rather than possess
Do not want the time to consume me
I want to end the clock’s tyranny!”
No such thing as freetime
If one did not have to go on with the daily routine bound to time, in addition to this mostly things that are compulsory, for survival, subsistence, paying bills, it would be a much nicer life. There is no greater treasure than freetime.
The song ’Shine’ from Rollins Band comes to my mind now:
“No such thing as spare time, no such thing as free time
No such thing as down time
All you got is life time… go! ‘coz it’s hero time, ‘coz it’s time to shine!”
Dreaming about smashing that clock
I think a lot of people have been smashed at least one imaginary clock, especially in the morning when it signals in evil ways: ”Get outta bed, put your sucking mask on, go to work!”
Getting up for things I like to do
Unfortunately the majority of people live in this treadmill. I like my alarm clock when it wakes me up to the things I like to do. Before my life with dogs I was willing to get up at 4 AM, sometimes even before the alarm went off to be able to go out in a pleasant, cool weather to ride my ’’a little kid’s bike ” to my court. Not to say that I got up always smoothly, but it was such a different feeling to get up for this. Not that I do not like my dogs, but I can’t take a resting day off as in sport. If I remember correctly anyway, I only took a day to rest in BMX Flatland when the weather was very nasty or in case of snow, ice and slippery ground.
So this is why I like to get up: in this photo I am just sinking deeper into practising this BMX Flatland trick called Crossfoot Megaspin.
Any bed is better than no bed
I’m not the sleepy-head type, but ever since I have been living with my dogs in an apartment on the 4th floor in a 10-storey-building, my bed is one of my favorite places. I am grateful that I have one, I see some people sleeping under bushes in my neighbourhood at night when I ride with my dogs. Any bed is better than no bed!
One of my dreams is to be able to sleep as long as I want, so that I would not have to get up for anything, the dogs would be sleeping happily in the garden. I would not have to get up at breaking dawn to be able to ride Flatland in shade and my court would not to be taken by others. Yes, I also consider these too, but luckily now there is noone as ’stupid’ as me, who come out to play football from 5 o’ clock in the morning there, fortunately.
The mirror always tells who’s to blame
Those who have reached this part in reading again, might say that: ’’Have it your way, you had to keep dogs in a flat, even three.” Whoever says this is right, The mirror always tells who’s to blame.
Having a dog is a life of sacrifice for 15 years
I discourage everyone to keep dogs at home. True that, I have not started life with them in a flat, but I only suggest dogs to a house with garden after considering well, because a dog is a commitment for 10-15 years. It is not bad for the ’’room-dog”, because it is walked more than most hounds live in a family house. The dog-parent’s* life is an all-day-long countdown between dogwalks. A dog-parent’s life means the laying-aside of anything, the coming-home-from-anywhere, not-going-on vacation-anywhere, or not even leaving for a day.
*I don’t like the phrase ”dog-owner”.
In a nutshell, that’s the reason why I smashed the clock with the hammer. Besides, it was not working, I chose one like that. I do not do unnecessary damage, but once I made an exception for my friend’s Murphy’s sake. 🙂
P.S.: If I substitute clock with lesson* (Ending the Tyranny of the Lesson), the meaning of the sentence would be that I do not have to go to teach to school anymore, which sounds great! J
*We have the same word in Hungarian for the tool that shows time and the time period of education at school.
This is the revisited version of one of my favourite blogs from my previous webpage. It dates back to 2017-03-27 with the same title ’Ending the Tyranny of the Clock’.
