The meaning of a job isn’t what you do in the 8 hours, it’s what you do with the pay check.

Take it from someone who has been philosophically opposed to getting “a meaningless job” for my entire life. (I’m nearly 49 now; this is how long it took me to overcome this particular philosophical handicap.) The meaning of a job is not in the work itself; it doesn’t matter what you do. The meaning is in the things the paycheck enables you to do. Feed your family, spend quality time with friends, be able to relax a little financially speaking. That said, if you kill yourself with the job and leave no time for the good things, the snake starts to eat its own tail again, and if you look for meaning in status, sure, you’re going to get philosophically run down again.

Status, by the way, has a meaning, too: It is a signal you send to others about how much respect you deserve. And yes, some people are blinded to all the real stuff due to a person’s status, but you could, maybe, stop living your life in fear of narcissists and start living for those who can see you for who you truly are… TRULY, regardless of what you do, how you dress, and what you own. One way or another.

There is a right reason to do everything in this world. EVERYTHING. Casual sex, murders, work. And there’s the wrong reason for everything, like eating your dinner. If you eat your dinner to impress others, you eat for the wrong reason.

Stop stopping yourself from doing things. Just don’t do things for the wrong reason.

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