Have u ever stopped to think about where that fabric saving thong you're wearing came from? Or your treasured Pentium 0.97 comp, with all of it's 2.13 gb hard disk, your 16 gigabyte ipod? Do u know where they came from?
The hideous wig you're convinced makes u look like an angel, the 'crocodile' belt you've worn for the last a million years, do u ever want to know where they came from?
I could go on. So i will
The Aids-preventing 'rubber johnny', the cheap scent that makes u more comfortable around ppl of the opposite sex. The potholed roads that ravaged your already beaten up pretence of a car... or the dusty mats in the car?
The cigarette that has been reliably ravaging your lungs through the years. Do you ever stop to think about where they came from?
I bet my left nut, the bigger one, that you seldom think about where the things you use came from so i'll tell you.
They all came from someone's toil.
When we consider the work we do we may be tempted to conclude it's all pointless. Or worthless.
Except we all know it isn't.
Work can be creative, fascinating or valuable and rewarding. For many people it is a worthwhile means to the end of feeding ourselves and paying the bills.
The start of work means an end to freedom, but also to doubt, intensity and wayward desires. It is satisfying to be held in check by colleagues, instead of being forced to contemplate, in the loneliness of the days, all that we might have been, and now will never be..
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