What working does for me
At lunch yesterday my coworkers and I started talking about people who were well off from the beginning of their life. People so well off that basically they could travel their entire life or just sit on their ass all day. I think I would hate that.
When I don’t have a job I feel useless and unproductive. A job for me provides me a challenge in doing things I’ve never done before, it gets me out of the house, and provides me an incentive to get my homework done as soon as I can or I’ll be behind in class. A job also (in a weird way) helps me to value the time that I’m not working more.
Sure work totally stresses me out sometimes, but often that’s only when I’m working on something that is just above the limit of what I thought I can handle. At the end of that though, I can sit back and be proud about what I have accomplished.
It’s not just the need not to have a job. It’s that having a job becomes optional and there is no struggle. What’s the point in living through life if everything is automatically taken care of and anything you accomplish in your life was pointless in the end because it didn’t even need to be done? I enjoy having to budget my money and time. I enjoy having goals that I need to work towards. Goals that require actual effort on my part for me to be successful.
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