I have to go to work. The specific job isn't important...or it shouldn't be. Ultimately what I'm doing is trading bits and peices of my life for a roof, food and diapers...so me, my lovely wife and the boy can live our lives.
Which of these is True?
A. It is good that your family should have shelter and food to eat and that your yougin' should have diapers.
B. It doesn't matter whether your family sleeps in the rain, starves like hostages and your boy...well
Yet for some reason the idea of doing the right thing, serving Truth...while certainly strong enough to get me to work on time...is not enough to overcome the tedium of what I am doing. If I had my way I'd spend the day drinking coffee and pretending to read a book (so it didn't look like I was just sitting around).
Why should that be the case? Why shouldn't the idea of doing what is right be sufficiently satisfying to make the action of carrying it out insignificant?
Just the kinda vexing question I ponder every Monday/Tuesday and etc morning...wonderful wee gem of a post.
ReplyDeleteThank you ma'am.
ReplyDeleteI've got a different job these days...it still presents some issues but they're not about how I'm spending my days. I love what I do now.
Still, if you'd have told me this is what I'd be doing six or seven years ago...I would have had some serious questions.