Work Hard, Pay Hard

With the busy demands of duty on our daily lives we all know and recognise the importance of protecting our inner sanctum, saving our sanity and sustaining our stamina. The reality for most of us, however, is that the constraints of time, demands and expectation of our weekly 9-5 more often than not runs well beyond the controls of an 8 hour day and the equilibrium that is meant to balance our proverbial work-life becomes permanently weighted with an imbalance, towards the work. 

As days merge to weeks and to months, finding time for time requires as much discipline as the diligence of the day job. The decadence of self-indulgence today has become lifestyle-necessary rather than a nice to have accessory.

This week I had the rare chance of double decadence by indulging in zen with a group of great friends. Despite exploring different walks of life, we share similar daily strife and whilst we all live our lives to the max, there is just never enough time to relax. Regardless of the where and what of our demands we all share a common need for calm and, as we continued on our exploration for relaxation and played the pipes of peace we all wondered....how much do we in fact need to pay for the price of peace?

Surrounded by soothing scents and smells to make us feel well and devoted to lotions and potions that slowed down our motion ...what actually happens to the thrill of the chill when we are served with the beauty bill?

Indeed, and as we cash up $100 creams to keep us serene, I wonder, does the cost of our exhaust in fact tamper with the pamper or can we only truly work hard/play hard on the strength of a loaded credit card?

'Til next time, Pandora