This isn't really anything related to my normal trend of thought on this blog, but it's something that has been stewing for a while in my head... I struggle with the idea of working for a living and the daily grind. The idea that one works hard and exhausts oneself in the pursuit of money - the idea that one can potentially never be happy working. Then I'm confronted with the conundrum of what I learnt while I was working from home for a year - which is that one needs a daily purpose to prevent the despair and depression that comes along with ambling through life.
I wonder sometimes if the purpose of having a job is greater than just earning money and going to work because one HAS TO - the idea that as humans, in all our glorious flaws, HAVE to have a purpose towards which we have to strive in order to feel fulfilled. I think maybe this may mean different things for different people - money, actual career or work... I dunno.
Then going back to the original conflict, the idea that we go to work are told how to dress, when to arrive and leave, when to eat and have no say in our peers around us, yet we are told that we are free... in democracy. We are not free... Then, you have the Heideggers school of thought that freedom isn't the absence of restraint. I don't know.
Does this make any sense? When I'm sitting on the tube home in the evenings feeling exhausted and stressed out I sometimes think about why I do this to myself and whether it is actually necessary for me to put myself through this daily... but then - do I actually need it? Am I a slave to my own need to be busy?
I don't know if I am making any sense.
Peace & Love