Ever wonder this?
Do you ever wake up in the morning and begin your routine and wonder why you’re doing it at all? Of course, there’s the immediate need-to-make-money part. Sure. Money comes, money goes, yadda yadda yadda.
We are conditioned to believe that our work is an end in itself, that we are building something for notoriety and reputation and accomplishment. And money. Pile it up, invest it, make it work for you.
There are other ways to look at it, though. In a poem by Khalil Gibran, the idea of work as a way to the divine comes out bright and shining:
…all work is empty save when there is love;…and if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple, taking alms from those who work with joy. For if you bake bread with indifference, you bake a bitter bread that feeds but half of man’s hunger…
Huh. I love what I do. But some days, I don’t want to work. Some days, I just want to walk in the sunshine (not today in Michigan obviously) and feel the fresh air against my skin and listen to the song of the birds.
Except I know deep down that if I didn’t have my work, I would wander the earth, wondering about the purpose of it all. I’d search for meaning – I’d chase it as some people do – and end up empty-handed.
So as you step into the office today, think about why you work and why you work as you do, in this current profession, in this very job. Perhaps the kind of work itself is what stops you up but the very fact of working, that’s another story.
It is our destiny to fulfill. And it’s ours to define.