A Workman's Horse

It really sucks that the fabric of society is held together by the threads of labor. People just don't like doing work, but we push ourselves to do so because there really is no other way to maintain the luxuriousness and harmony we experience in life without it. We may find particular jobs that parallel our niches and come across as "more pleasing" than other people would find them, and thus seek out those positions. If somebody likes to draw, it is assumed they will pursuit a job in art. If somebody likes to crunch numbers, it is assumed they will pursuit a job in accountancy or as an actuary. Not ALL the time are we given this immediate choice, as we have to sometimes struggle through college or basic hardships that postpone our attainment of enjoyable employment. But the truth is, or at least it seems so in my mind: nobody wants to work. It seems to me that the only reason we search for such jobs that correlate to our pleasures is because it makes the work seem less like work. Not because we LIKE doing work. It just makes us more "at ease" with the fact that we, as the creators of a system where output = input, are all whores to ourselves. Think about it: no matter what the rigor involved is, every job has a purpose or service that makes it "worthy" to pay for somebody to do. It doesn't matter if you're a construction worker paving roads for easier passage, or a writer exuding knowledge or ideas through words for hungry minds. Regardless, you are contributing to a system where services are repaid with money, food, shelter, etc. After simply typing in "define: whore" in Google, it comes out with "compromise[ing] oneself for money or other gains." Furthermore, after typing in "define: compromise" in Google, it came out with "a middle way between two extremes." That seems like it all fits together quite well in my mind then. You have your two extremes: complete freedom or absolute slavery. With freedom, you are at the liberty to do whatever you please, but you must fight (and fight hard) to survive without the means of money to get you by. With slavery, you are TOLD what to do, you are TOLD where to go, but in most cases, slaves were provided with ample shelter and food (of which they were not required to pay for). Therefore, between the two, you could maybe see what I see: jobs as we pursuit them today. All of this consideration of enjoyability is just salt on a very bland slab of fish, and we are all quite too hungry to care that it's really the salt we like and not the fish. Unless you have a phobia of flavors or tasting things. Then this analogy might leave you lost. However, I'd much rather believe  it would be my best interest to remain lost and looking for something outside the platter than fancying the silverware before me, the tools which will allow me to indulge the meal. Unfortunately, I've already soiled my pallet and the MSG flows through my veins. The next bit of homework awaits me, and my words are reduced to hypocrisy.