Working

This is just going to be a pretty standard recording of my random thoughts on things I read or see, or on life in general.

Working: I've worked a variety of jobs, none of them particularly taxing. But regardless, I've never enjoyed any of them. My father has averaged working over 80 hours a week for as long as I can remember. He rarely takes days off, and even then never strays far from an internet connection. Since I've lived my whole life without really being able to throw my whole energy into anything, I've had many discussions with him about this. In his view, what he's doing isn't work in the conventional sense. Just as basketball players seem to be paid for having fun on the court, my dad feels that he's being paid for something he enjoys equally as much. I think it's very possible that living under this type of influence has severely hurt my ability to work happily. I now look for perfection in every potential career choice; some perfect combination of fulfillment, salary and utility to society. But this outcome does not exist, except for a few lucky people. And fulfillment in life can be found outside of one's working hours. While I'm not quite ready to give up on the idea that my "NBA career" still exists somewhere in this world, each subsequent job brings me closer to the realization that I may have to look at a job in a completely different manner from that of my father; as a means to an end of pursuing my unique place in this world, even if that occurs after working hours only.