Work

Work  (The most significant thing in the universe)

 

 

“I think work is unnecessary and a waste of my life. I think everything should just be provided. “ - Anonymous 

 

 

Things have to come from somewhere. The things you want or need to spend your time enjoying. They come from someone’s work. Hard labor. Mental labor. Freedom of association. Trade. Money. Liberty. 

 

Before we used to live really hard lives. Now we don’t as much. But we complain much more. The modern world allows us much easier lives and much more recreation. These things have to come from somewhere. They come from people laboring and trading with liberty. Freedom to do what they want. And to keep the fruits of their labor. 

 

I do want to work. I do want to create. I do want to be productive. It’s well used time. I feel good when I work . I am autonomous. And in the modern world, the work is a lot easier and more interesting. And more fruitful. 

 

Those hours you are referring to wasting/working/not living are time you get to take it easier and do something really helpful to the world.  And you have more of those other hours you’re not working than you wouldn’t have without the labors and work of life and its evolution of your potential and real life—modern life/in capitalism. 

 

You are removed from the earth somehow—and don’t know what you are doing. I don’t mean that I am criticizing you. I mean you actually don’t know what you are doing. At your job. At school. In general. You don’t know what your purpose is. Or you don’t simply appreciate life. Where you don’t need to know everything. At your job. At life. 

 

I can see how you might be having an existential crisis. 

 

I dont when I work. I am so happy to be alive when I get to work. I am happy to serve people fast food. Or serve them goods or other services. I feel full—not empty.

 

If you feel empty when you work, maybe your parents or teachers have let you down.

 

I have also been able to do nothing. That is nice insofar as it goes. I know meditation well. I’d rather do both. Maybe that’s just me. I’d like to be. AND do. I think because I can be I can do. And because I can do I can be. 

 

Perhaps you are trying to justify that you want to just be. But if you really did just be, you wouldn’t need to justify it. And you might know how the more society and individuals evolve, how work and rest are both beautiful. 

 

Let’s say you could just have everything you wanted. Without working. Would you be happy. Without a drug. A drug mimicks the state of mind of which I am speaking. If you are happy without doing anything then you understand. You understand that you don’t need anything. 

 

And you also are happy moving your body. Or your mind. And work isn’t a problem anymore. You are just happy virtually or all  the time. 

 

If you are telling other people to let you or make you be happy, then you are not happy. You are telling them to give you what you want. To make you happy. Or to change so that you are happy.   You are trying to justify stealing from someone—must of whom work with their bodies harder labor—to just deliver your goods and services. You are really trying the steal from others. 

 

You can always not work. If you idealize a natural world where all these societal or capitalistic trappings don’t exist, there is nothing stopping you from living it. There are plenty of forests and rainforests and tropical islands to move to where you can be free of all the luxuries of the modern world which you either take for granted or pick at or deconstruct for everyone.

 

If you truly want to be. And not have to do, you can. And you can do the work to achieve that state. Then all of a sudden most of these societal and personal and political problems disappear. And you know how to address the ones that still do—without destroying the world. Or your world. Or someone else’s world. Or heist it.

And our work is passed from generation to generation.  And we are reborn to the fruit of our labor.

And if it makes you feel better, anyone who has heisted their life will repay it.