When work is no longer meaningful
Hugh wrote something the other day that stopped me in my tracks.
The reason being is it hits pretty close to the bone on a bit of what I’ve been feeling in the fallout.
Meaningful Work or Death. Any other form of existence doesn’t interest me. Thanks Be To God.
What happens when work no longer holds that meaning it always has? Is death the only option?
Certainly something died in me in that area….whether time, which is suppossed to heal all things, can weave its magic on that I don’t know.
I surely do know though that like Hugh, work must mean something to me…otherwise I just feel dead.
And too much of me has already felt too dead for too long.
Mellencamp again: “Life goes on, long after the thrill of living is gone..”
Dave
Sometimes I think we have limited concepts of what makes up life. The idea that it is work, rest and play and its all about balance is so simplistic and doesnt match experience. For me, life is much more about intentions, hopes, committments, relationships and connections- I have found it is in connection that meaning can be found and created.
Comment by Mandy — October 2, 2006 @ 6:48 am
Mandy, you been picking my brain? Connection is *the* word that is key. The whole world craves it.
Comment by Dave the Lifekludger — October 2, 2006 @ 5:30 pm