Work is not simple. Work is meaningless--I am meaningless--without passion. I could write, bake cakes, cut down trees, listen for heartbeats all hours of the day, but the weight of an empty box sits atop my soul when there is no love in the action.
Work: where I go because I love you.
Work is guiding, molding, inspiring, challenging young minds and souls...
I walk to work every day to keep us afloat. You, too, will one day walk to work every day. This is how the world spins.
We must work for the future. They, whom tread our sweet and dangerous soil, are the only sliver of promise left.
The first job I had that I got directly paid for was as a soldier in the US Army. Before that, I lived in an orphans' home in Tennessee for six years. It was out in the country, and we all worked to support each other. Mainly, the boys worked in the fields and the dairy barn, the girls worked in the kitchen and the laundry. We raised crops; milked a herd of dairy cattle and sold the milk; slaughtered and butchered hogs, cattle and chickens; and canned fruit and vegetables that we could not eat fresh for use over the winter.
work is devoting your uniqueness to a task worth the dirt of your own star
I think therefore I am
I work therefore I am
Does my work create works?
The Complete Works of Me
Work should be fun, it should be you using your own special talent or gift to help others. Work should be done with love and passion. But this is not usually the way it is.
Work provides purpose and grounding to the hectic pace of change.
Stability is a gift!
Work easily changes pace in changing times. What it used to be and mean is not the same today.
Work is learning, sharing, helping, and sometimes sweating--but hopefully there is a rewarding feeling at the end of a task.
Work can be challenging and difficult, but it is usually worth it. You can get something really meaningful out of it, that you can be proud of.