So this has nothing to do with anything in my life right now, but in reality it has everything to do with my life always. It's an excerpt from Kahlil Gibran's epic masterpiece "The Prophet." It kind of sums up my life's goals and ideals in a couple of paragraphs.
Then a ploughman said, Speak to us of Work. And he answered saying"
You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth. For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons, and to step out of life's procession, that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite.
When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music. Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?
Always you have been told that work is a curse and labor a misfortune. But I say to you that when you work you fulfil a part of earth's furthest dream, assigned to you when that dream was born, and in keeping yourself with labor you are in truth loving life, and to love life through labor is to be intimate with life's inmost secret...
Work is love made visible. And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy. For if you bake bread with indifference you bake a bitter bread that feeds but half man's hunger. And if you grudge the crushing of grapes, your grudge distills a poison in the wine. And if you sing though as angels and love not the singing, you muffle man's ear to the voices of the day and the voices of the night.
Something interesting to think about as you go about the rest of your week, no?
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