In what ways does hard work make you feel fulfilled?
Presuming there is a product or productive outcome, therein lies the fulfillment.
If the work is Sisyphean, it chafes my preference for wu wei.
In what ways does hard work make you feel fulfilled?
Presuming there is a product or productive outcome, therein lies the fulfillment.
If the work is Sisyphean, it chafes my preference for wu wei.
Hoeing farmer, as heat haze roils,
His flowing sweat waters the soil.
All those who know food on a plate
Should feel each grain comes of that toil.
NOTE: The title of this poem (悯农, or Mǐn Nóng) is often translated as “Toiling Farmers,” though “Compassion for Farmers” or “Pity Farmers” would be closer to the literal translation.
[Takes a deep breath…] policeman, food service worker, writer, editor, inspector, martial arts instructor, yoga instructor, laborer, project manager [/ cat-wrangler,] content developer… Those are the ones that spring to mind anyway.
There was never a sound beside the wood but one,
And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground.
What was it it whispered? I knew not well myself;
Perhaps it was something about the heat of the sun,
Something, perhaps, about the lack of sound --
And that was why it whispered and did not speak.
It was no dream of the gift of idle hours,
Or easy gold at the hand of fay or elf:
Anything more than the truth would have seemed too weak
To the earnest love that laid the swale in rows,
Not without feeble-pointed spikes of flowers
(Pale orchises), and scared a bright green snake.
The fact is the sweetest dream that labor knows.
My long scythe whispered and left the hay to make.
Radium Girls by Cy.