Work Hard, Party Harder, And die one day

Just a thought on the popular mantra of life: Work Hard, Party Harder. It is supposed to be the buzz word among the so called "successful" people of this world. So, I completely agree with the first part, even though the second seems to be more fun. But for the sake of idealism, which I am big fan of, I would stick with the first one. But, the origin of the second part is that first one is not fun for most of the people.

From my observation, I guess we spend like 70% of our time working. So, what we try to do is to compensate for our miserable 70% of time by doing something which can make us numb, get high so that we can forget the fact that we are slaves to the system of this world. By, slaves I mean, following the set path without giving it a thought. I have done that so far and am pretty confident that I will do it until I die like anyone else and I dont know what happens afterwards.

So, the idea of partying every weekend seems to be like enjoying or mourning the occasion of either we have been excellent slaves or rather disgusting ones. In the sense of this post, both of the situations are alike, more or less.

Ideally, the mantra can be: Work Hard, Work Harder. But, it is not easy to obey. You have to believe in it and more importantly, you have to love your work. The ones who do that are the ones who are not slaves, but the ones who write their own destiny. It is not easy to identify them, they dont party, dont socialise much. They prefer to socialise with their work only, they are the champions.