“Are we labouring at some Work too vast for us to perceive? Are our passions and desires mere whips and traces by the help of which we are driven? Any theory seems more hopeful than the thought that all our eager, fretful lives are but the turning of a useless prison crank. Looking back the little distance that our dim eyes can penetrate the past, what do we find? Civilizations, built up with infinite care, swept aside and lost. Beliefs for which men lived and died, proved to be mockeries. Greek Art crushed to the dust by Gothic bludgeons. Dreams of fraternity, drowned in blood by a Napoleon. What is left to us, but the hope that the work itself, not the result, is the real monument? Maybe, we are as children, asking, "Of what use are these lessons? What good will they ever be to us?" But there comes a day when the lad understands why he learnt grammar and geography, when even dates have a meaning for him. But this is not until he has left school, and gone out into the wider world. So, perhaps, when we are a little more grown up, we too may begin to understand the reason for our living”
Jerome K. Jerome.
Jerome is known as a comic writer, perhaps whimsical is a better tag. He is often funny, he certainly doesn't shy from the real questions, he just makes the dry and chewy palatable by preparing it cleverly for us.
The Work. Work is futile unless it satisfies us. Of course offspring require us to work for money, it's part of the contract. A happy, satisfied parent is better than a wealthy, unsatisfied parent, let there be no doubt of that. Finding and performing satisfying work is one of our fundamental tasks. It ain't easy, some are born knowing what they are born to do, others take decades to find it.
It seems to me that we need to know ourselves before we can know what work will satisfy us, then we get to know ourselves better through the work. Finding and performing satisfying work is a worthy pursuit.