I get really put off when I meet people that want to work mainly for money. I mean sure, I understand how you would want to get a nice house or a posh car or a sleek new wardrobe, but why in the world would you want to enslave yourself to the pursuit of paper???
Maybe I’m just young and naive and idealistic, but I really think that if you work towards something that you are passionate about, you may not earn much at the beginning or at all, but if you practice hard enough you could get recognition for it, and with recognition comes status, and with status comes reputation, and reputation could always bring you clients. The pursuit of money gives you digits in the passbook, but the pursuit of dreams paints a wholesome image.
What happened to working because you loved what you were doing?
I’m the type of person that loves to work, and I find “payment” as a bonus to being able to have fun while on-job. I feel so blessed to have found a career that revolves around things that I am interested in, and although I may not be talented in many fields, I try to make up for my flaws with my passion.
Well now that I think about it, I may just be too idealistic about all this… I am pretty sure reality will continue to harden me, and it already is… Sometimes I just look back at my life and sigh at how I slowly let go of my innocence and traded it for “real world knowledge.” But then I can’t help but think at how we were all children once. There was a time when we didn’t care who we were, as long as you wanted to hang out, then why the heck not. We wouldn’t have picked up the sensitivity for these sorts of things if nobody taught us such, but who taught us then? Who was the first man to gain this sort of “maturity” to the point that he was able to instill it into almost all of mankind? Maybe it’s what has been “tried and tested” throughout our development as a society to be the effective way of survival, but I can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, “mental maturity” was where human evolution went wrong.
Because there is so much to learn, so much to see, and so much to be in the eyes of a child.
Maybe we weren’t meant to grow up.