Three weeks ago my father passed away. While not a surprise at his advanced years his passing was nonetheless a shock to me that continues to reverberate through my days. The life I live, I’m horrified to admit, leaves little room for grief and grieving. Like many I am on a treadmill of work related responsibilities, pigeon-holed into an existence that asserts employment and productivity equals a rich and full life.

 

At my core, I care little for my employment, indeed, little for being employed. Work and career have always struck me as methods to legitimize what is at bottom the worst of humanity– greed, selfishness, and back-stabbing ambition. As much as I’d like to turn my back on all of that, like you I have bills to pay and food to put on the table.

 

Ahh, why have you read this far? You, no doubt, have felt this way before yet have had the good sense to keep these complaints to yourself.

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~ by nightfruit on September 25, 2011.

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