I believe the actual quote by Confucius goes as, "Find a job you love and you'll never work a day in your life"
But I don't believe the 'finding' part. Because to me, that sounds more like a hobby. It changes, you get bored, you try this one day, and then that, you like it, then get fed up of it, and finally...you give up!
Or maybe some people just don't know themselves, in those cases I bet it works, like when it comes to those languid people. They're always leaning, most things are an effort for them, their eyes are half closed, five words in a sentence is too long for them, they take deep breaths, nod and yawn. But these amazing fellow men and woman, when at last something comes their way(they usually don't go after much, its too much of an effort) then they wake up! Oh God! then how I love those guys! Success seems almost certain for them thereafter.
What are they made of??
Not like the rest of us. The majority that struggles on with work, the like of which I call 'bread'. Everyday you make it, its eaten and gone and tomorrow? You're back at square one and you have to make that bread all over again. Its the same with accounts/office workers and most definitely secretaries. Get me? You don't feel like you getting anywhere once you're used to that excessive boredom of numbers. Why, ten years down the line and what you've got?
Nothing! Maybe that one little word: Experience.
Now take a fashion designer, or an artist in every sense of the word. You have a collection of art that one day you can look back on, feel and touch, feast your eyes and soul on your creation that may just one day become a classic piece of...well something. Like Charles James.
But oh Boy? Who am I kidding?
Well. let us all just carry on plodding along in this dry old fashion.
I look back on this post, and I don't even know myself what I am trying to get at.....anyway I'll post it....and good luck to me. I sure need it.
