Food For Thought?
Bob Dylan put it so well, “Times they are a changing”. Have these changes brought…insecurity?
I was called up (drafted) to the armed services in the UK when I was eighteen and served for five years until my 23rd birthday.
After a very few years I reentered the Air Force in New Zealand as part of an ‘immigrant package’. That lasted from 1958 to 1963…another five years.
So by the time I as twenty-eight I had only known non-governmental employment for just over two years.
Life in the armed forces can sometimes be frustrating but it is seldom…insecure and that can be the case for quite a few tasks that include the well-established basic services that we all need every day.
These tasks may not come with bells and whistles (hi-tech) attached but they are mostly secure.
Our lives, quite recently, have been invaded by technology and, simply by its nature, there is rapid change. Along with these changes have come new demands for younger folk who have never known, or seldom even thought of, non-governmental full time employment.
For them change is a given…they will follow the food chain wherever that leads.
When my ‘career’ in the Air Force came to an abrupt end (see Injustice -last week’s blog). I found myself facing a pretty bleak unplanned future.
My twelve TV programs a year at $25 each hardly offered ‘security’.
So…what about now?
I learned, in those insecure days that full time employment, without change, can become a pretty narrowly focused life.
By narrow I don’t mean in the moral sense…so much as limited in understanding global issues…or even interest in such matters.
My life used to revolve around my duties, if I did these well, then I was secure…or so I thought!
I have been self-employed since my 28th birthday and as I write this I’m closing in on my 83rd…that’s 55 years of relative insecurity during which I have had to depend upon staying as broadminded as possible so as not to miss the increasingly wide range of challenges taking place.
Looking back I’m grateful to have been less secure over all these years; of course, part of that sense of security depends on our armed forces…so really we will always need each other!
Did you leave a very secure service job? How did it work out for you?
This week I read Treena’s poem The Artist