A Biased Answer for the Meaning of Life
What do we do when we cannot do our jobs? I think maybe we’re told to do whatever we are asked to do, as well as we can, even if it is not our job. ” I want to paint!” ” This is History class, this is no place for painting. Do as you’re told!” I think that we ruin many a great artist and produce many a mediocre student.
And what’s worse is some of us don’t know what our jobs are. When are we to figure this out, between history and math? After P.E. or during the walk home from school?
Do you realize at one point in our evolution we were like little intelligent mice, burrowing and hiding in earthen caves? And here I am, in a house!
We live in a great age of plenty, one that permits easily for artisans. It may seem meager, the earnings of an artist who is not famous, but that is how most of them live, moving through life, searching for vindication. And how intelligent they are! Scurrying out of the caves, though on tiny incomes, and living their lives! Are they any less valid a human being, searching the world and their soul for the next thing to excite them, than a man in the city working a desk? He sits with his tie crumpled against the desk and wonders what he will eat for dinner, before watching television, falling asleep, and crumpling his tie again the next day. At least our artisan fails all routine and might stumble upon greatness.
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