A means to an End

So there is one thing that everyone must do, that everyone has in common. That is, everyone needs to work. Be it for fiscal means, something to bide time, or just a hobby. The thing is though once we start, it begins to impede on our lives. Work begins to take over, it’s our everything because it sustains our existence….but it ISN’T the reason for our existence. I don’t mind working, in fact, I like it a lot. I feel like it gives me a certain fulfillment I don’t get from just anything…a sense of accomplishment. I don’t want it to engulf my life though…and I don’t want it to be the reason I wake up each day. There is so much more out there and so much more to live for…but when the whole of society is telling us that this is what we should do, how do we break away from that….how do we diverge without seeming like a flake, uncommitted, unreliable, irresponsible? Why can’t the opposite be a norm? Why can’t jobs just be a means to an end?