Jerry, thanks for the reminder.
I could call retirement : Carrot π₯ me if you can.
Let me explain.
For every stage of life today, society has a carrot π₯ for you.
When a baby, your carrot is to learn to speak and when it arrives, your parents silence you.
Then you go to high school. Another π₯.
Then there is College. Another carrot.
Then find a job. Another carrot π₯.
Then work for one promotion after the other : a series of rotten carrots π₯
Then there is buying a home, having a family, maybe some kids. More carrots.
Retirement, if make it : the ultimate carrot π₯.
As you are sitting on your rocking chair in your porch, you see that it all was a lie.
That carrot π₯ was just a mirage to get you going.
They told you will dance, eventually. Yet at retirement, you are tired, you can't dance. Or you are death, you can't hear the music. Or even worse the wheel has turned and your music πΆ is gone while chasing that carrot π₯.
You have been carroted my friend. π