Work?

I see a lot of people around me who are totally all about being productive and working. I mean, these peoole, if they could, they would work for all the twenty four hours of everyday that they're alive.

Hello there, I'm the Earthian.

I look at them in awe, not because I wish I could be like them but simply because it gets me startstruck to see how people manage to do that. They either work or they plan about how to proceed with their work, which again is just work. They work so hard and so relentlessly that they sometimes even forget why they started working that hard in the first place. And it's not like they don't get tired. They do. It's just they're so used to denying their fatigue and continuing to work despite their tiredness. They for some reason believe it's weak to take some time off, that it's only "losers" who need rest and that they, being the "winners" they are, don't need any despite the fact that their bodies would be crying for some. They believe thats how they get stronger. But more than anything, they believe that their work matters. That it's their work that's going to make them mean something, that its their work that's going to make them worth something, that it's their work that makes them valuable. 

They work so hard, so tirelessly and so relentlessly, until one day, everything gets taken away from them and they just stop working. They stop. Their minds would take a while to digest that but their bodies would finally come to peace. Life starts changing for them and the fact that they aren't being "productive" any more would slowly stop eating them away. To look back at their own life would hurt them for they would realize they never respected time. They think about all the things they could have done but they chose to not do because they sought work and indirectly, wealth over their own joy. When they try and make their own minds remember what they used to enjoy doing, they melt because the only memories they have are memories of them working. 

I guess there is only a very fine line between working and living. Working consumes us while living liberates us. But fear not, for it's never too late to start living.

With a heart full of love, peace.