Still looking at the three sides of the bill. . .
The job is the job itself. It’s not the involvement of the worker to the people (clients and colleagues) the job entails. It does not affect one’s personal life, unless one permits it to do so. It is routinary but it doesn’t have to be dull, it will be - if the worker doesn’t know how to handle it. It is not an obligatory work, it’s an option to work - for money and for other reasons. It’s an art, an expression of one’s art. It’s a show of character and skill. The job only exists within the one that does it. It doesn’t exist when it hasn’t been filled in, thus, the one that took the job creates it. The worker molds the job, he executes what he’s supposedly meant to do, he doesn’t have to do it.
It’s not something that’s to be blamed. It’s not something that’s to be whined about. It’s something where one experiments to learn more things. It’s something where one experiences everything with people from all walks of life. It’s a blessing in disguise. It can only make everyone better. The thing is, the worker has to realize that it’s not the job at all. It’s himself making all the calls, from accepting the job, doing it, making it work, making it fun, and making it worthwhile. It’s not a job, it’s a fun adventure when one knows how to appreciate it.
Thus, i’m jobless. Because I don’t feel like i’m working at all nor do I think that I even make an effort to do the work i’m supposed to do.
It’s about how I do my work and how I feel about it. It’s not because the work is hard to do. Because no work is hard to do, unless one feels obliged - which kills the purpose of living wisely.
Therefore, I conclude that everyone that hates their work/job (and whines about it or blames it) are idiots. What the hell, everyone needs to be an idiot anyway, life wouldn’t be much fun if even for once, we stop being idiots.
I know only two things now:
1) I don’t know anything.
2) It’s fun to be alive.
Really.
I don’t even need to think about it.