I work a great deal. I have not always worked so hard; my youth was relatively light on work but those halcyon days are long past and I now know that everyone has great amounts of work to do, whether they does it or not, from day we is pulled from our mother’s womb until the day we returns to dust and ashes.
But what is work?
For some mere breathing is work; for others a hard day’s employment is a joy. Perhaps those halcyon days of my youth when I spent time talking, listening to sweet music, playing and learning about myself and shaping some parts of me was just work that was a joy.
I work a great deal, and I enjoy it.