I know there’s a lot of work to do.
But I can’t bring myself to do it.
I don’t want to do it.
I don’t find any enjoyment in doing it.
Is this what works supposed to be?
Something you only do because you have to.
Should we not enjoy our work?
Should we not want to do it every waking hour?
If that’s not the case then why do we work?
If we don’t enjoy it.
Why do we work?
Can you give me an answer to that?
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