Job

Let's say you work a standard of forty hours a week, you started work when you were twenty years old and retired at sixty five.

That's ninety three thousand and six hundred hours of your life, or a solid ten years, devoted to work. If you think that you spend another huge large piece of your life sleeping, work is a large part of our survival so is not natural that we desire it to be a happy existence?

It would appear not as I have never met 1 person, who worked for somebody else that loved, let only, and thoroughly enjoyed most aspects of their job.

It made me believe of a tidbit I heard throughout a recent seminar about a review asking seriously ill people what they most regretted in life:

• Not making the most of their relations

• Not doing significant work, and

• Not playing sufficient

The last 2 points really had a crash on me. No one is sitting on their deathbed proclaiming, "I desire I bought another home." or "I should have exhausted more time in the office."

No, the are saying they should have loved more and lived further

1 of my preferred quotes is by Neale Donald Walsch, "How can you think of wasting an instant doing something for a living you do not like to do? What type of a living is that? That isn’t a living that is a dying!"