I'm not the kind of person who has or had ever a very strict conviction about the real importance of work in our lives. As a matter of fact, not either one of those molded guys who just left the college saying exactly what managers are willing to hear so as to make their lives less difficult.
All that bs to me is just a stupid boring recipe to skyrocket the career saying the same old things about leadership, role models and mentioning every other two min lots of buzz words.
In philosophy, you might call it work's ethics. That's just a value, only the son of an ideological thought sold by corporations and power groups to make more profitable their shares.
Know what? Life is my son playing tennis and winning a tournament last week. Seeing him shooting smashes, winners, pushing all his resources out of the toolbox over the adversary, like a sniper, I felt myself as something which really worth in this world. Life is also to hear from my daughter she's missing me and home is terrible when I'm not there. This brings me to an upper level, makes me feel like a giant.
Life is when my oldest daughter caught me in a long conversation to tell me about her fight against the bullying promoted by stupid people due to her profound hearing loss.
Life is indeed when in a Saturday morning, and I'm still flat in bed, wake up with my wife carrying a table crowded of good things for my breakfast. And she yet says she loves me.
Life is my father fighting a cancer for the past 5 years without losing his light. He insists, still burning even though his fire is low.
Life is my mother supporting him at all times, no matter what, no matter when.
Life is not fair, we all know. But quoting Clint Eastwood in 'Unforgiven', "this has nothing to do with fairness".
To live is more than drowning yourself into a plot where you are supposed to play a role, following a pre-defined script written by someone else you've never heard of.
Erasmus said in 'Praise of Folly' that all of us are actors, wearing masks till someone takes us out of stage. Maybe... Most likely… in most of times.
But I prefer to think about myself just as a father, a son, a fool who comes over and over again to work playing a role, just for some hours. But the real truth is outside, waiting for me at a tennis court, at home, in a Russell’s book like 'In Praise of Idleness', or in a bar table chatting with friends, the only real people who really interest me.
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