What's love got to do with your job?
The irony of a industralised work-based era is that it is driven and has roots its very nemesis: rest. Both go head to head. We work as hard as we do so that we can rest. Rest is the natural state; we are born and bred into it. It's the optimum state we seek. Look at the freedom we get when we are younger to just be, and enjoy our lives. Work doesn't even come close in comparison. We are abruptly required to make the sudden shift, once we're older and work is inevitable because money doesn't fall from the sky (at least for most of us). It is much less an option for most people. Enter passion : that you've got to love what you do. The idea makes sense. What's love got to do with it? Nothing except that we don't have spend the better part of our days like we hate how we spend it. Love and work are a happy couple. Love is happily single and work feels crappily single without love. But this whole fairy tale romance ends once we have achieved the quota we need f...