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Sep. 25th, 2019 12:57 amWork to build the world; work to feed your soul.
Some have jobs that allow both. They are lucky and few, and you need the luck as well as/much more than talent to get such a job. Where you are born, and who wants to respect you.
Some - many more, but still not many - have jobs that involve both. Ratios vary between satisfaction and drudgery. Luck is still involved. Where you are born, how good you are at attracting respect, how well you can sell your idea of a good job to those who decide.
Some have jobs that only build the world. Or worse; only build the profits or vanities of others, but do not profit the world. These are the hardest. Luck is still involved. Where you are born, who decides whether you deserve respect. Few souls thrive here; you are expected to shrivel.
If you can leave such a job, leave. If you can't - and most of us can't - then find a way around it. Don't give up, and shrivel. The world might be organised in such a way that you cannot thrive in your allocated slot, but that doesn't mean you must accept your slot, or accept the system of allocation. You can find other ways to feed your soul. You can find ways to fight the system. You can find to rest, even when the system is screaming at you to be more productive and your body is screaming when it should be sleeping. You can find pockets of time where your brain can flower; from these you can raise an undergrowth of strength that grows into tall trees. A rainforest of creativity. Rivers of inspired thought. A beacon sparking fire, sending light to others.
Feed your soul. Build the world.
Some have jobs that allow both. They are lucky and few, and you need the luck as well as/much more than talent to get such a job. Where you are born, and who wants to respect you.
Some - many more, but still not many - have jobs that involve both. Ratios vary between satisfaction and drudgery. Luck is still involved. Where you are born, how good you are at attracting respect, how well you can sell your idea of a good job to those who decide.
Some have jobs that only build the world. Or worse; only build the profits or vanities of others, but do not profit the world. These are the hardest. Luck is still involved. Where you are born, who decides whether you deserve respect. Few souls thrive here; you are expected to shrivel.
If you can leave such a job, leave. If you can't - and most of us can't - then find a way around it. Don't give up, and shrivel. The world might be organised in such a way that you cannot thrive in your allocated slot, but that doesn't mean you must accept your slot, or accept the system of allocation. You can find other ways to feed your soul. You can find ways to fight the system. You can find to rest, even when the system is screaming at you to be more productive and your body is screaming when it should be sleeping. You can find pockets of time where your brain can flower; from these you can raise an undergrowth of strength that grows into tall trees. A rainforest of creativity. Rivers of inspired thought. A beacon sparking fire, sending light to others.
Feed your soul. Build the world.
