Why do we work?
“Arghh, he’s on his soapbox again!”
But I’m at a stage in my life where I’m confused about so many things, not least why we give up our lives to do something (only) for the money.
“Oh, you’re so middle class.”
Possibly, but then again, we exhort that our children live through their spirit and genius until, that is, they reach a certain age and then it’s all about success qua exams and climbing the corporate ladder.
My point is: the dominant narrative shouldn’t be any different simply because we perceive — us adults that is — that there’s no way we’ll find our way in the world unless we do as we’re told, fit in and follow the marching orders of our parents, teachers and, eventually, our bosses.
“Everyone can’t be an artist.”
Perhaps Seth put it best:
“Instead of wondering when your next vacation is, maybe you should set up a life you don’t need to escape from.”
― Seth Godin
What’s wrong with that?
“Nothing. But it doesn’t pay the bills.”
Says who? Your Lizard Brain?
“I give up.”
And that’s what most of us do. We give up because it’s too hard to (a) conceive of a life that’s circumscribed by a job title and (b) we lack the courage to find our way in the world.
In the end, as I’ve said so many times, how you live your life is a matter for you, but whilst we’re doing work that doesn’t matter, less still fills us with joy, the more likely it is we’ll build a mountain of regrets to a life that might have been.