Don't work for name, Don't work for fame, Work to touch another life, It makes your soul smile, come alive. Don't work for the money, Or for the alluring honey, Work to accomplish an impossible feat, It makes your heart skip a little beat. Don't work for your boss, Or for profit and loss, Work where making a difference is the theme, It makes your head dream a little dream. Don't work out of boredom, Or to build a kingdom, Work to inspire many a generation, And fulfil your existential motivation. Work for the sake of work, Not for the fruits thereof.
Are we grooming for life or are we brooming for life #MondayMorningWakeUpCall
And God said to Adam “By the sweat of thy brow you will eat your food until you return to the ground, since from it you were taken”
But did he really say it? (I’ve so far had luck with mostly one sided conversations with the invisible almighty)
Are we really meant to toil day and night and night and day only to swallow what we’re going to excrete the next day? While I’m ‘hyperboling’ here, it doesn’t seem too far from reality where we spend our lives toiling in vain to make the impermanent permanent.
What is worse is that it doesn’t end with self-flagellation. I still see so many parents whiplash (maybe not literally, but you get the idea) their kids with the intent of grooming them to enslave the holy trinity (Money, Power, Fame) when in reality it is they/we who become the slaves with a broom.
So I do think it’s worth taking a step back to ponder why we are working like slaves (if we are) only for joys (which we think are joys) which are ephemeral, if not for us, at least for the innocent ones.