Work... it's a drag

Working can be such a drag. Who am I kidding? Working is always a drag. Ignore the voices of those who preach otherwise. Keeping your mind and your body occupied is unarguably healthy, but that is not the same as work. An artist paints because he has a passion, - it keeps him busy and probably occupies most of his time, even when he is not actually physically painting. But working for someone else doing something which is completely irrelevant to ones own interests and goals is just a socially accepted way of passing time. Now if work is supposed to be healthy because it keeps one busy, then I can think of better ways to pass time. I'd sooner prefer to be busy doing something for which I have a passion, and for which I see a point in its execution, than be a cog in the wheel of a larger machine, whose purpose is alien, or at best, pointless to me. Earning money for the sake of staying alive makes sense in an instinctual way, but not in a rational one. If the fulfilment of the basic human needs is the only reason to work nine to five, I can think of better ways to complete that goal. The options are always out there, it is just a question of taking the plunge, or being willing to sacrifice some creature comforts for better quality of life either now or sometime in the future. People have always envied those who do what they love and do it well. What we all seem to forget is that those people chose to do so, and adjusted their life to this singular purpose. They're not lucky, they just believe and follow their dreams regardless.