When you ask around why people do what they do, they will confess that they don’t really wonder about such questions. Too philosophical. Too existential. Too humane. But if you are more specific, and ask why they work when they are least interested in working, then you’ll hear the deepest of angst. That’s the unparalleled beauty of human existence. We work, not because we want to, but because we have to. It’s very dangerously similar to why we live.
Haha
Damn.
Sed talk :)
Loved reading this.
Nice!
a 'special' piece indeed