Gustė Vaivilavičiūtė

Work is more than life.

It seems as if work were the main part of one's life. It seems as if ambitious thoughts and plans for the future are to take 90% of one’s thoughts. It seems as if, if one doesn’t sacrifice basically all one has one is not to live a fulfilling life. As I was looking for synonyms of life to not break the rules of good writing the first suggestion was career. It’s incredible how man made this world such a factory. It sounds overused ,doesn't it? But it's true. From such early ages it’s nothing but a factory. I remember elementary school, I think most of us had this unexplainable urge to be the gifted child, the teacher's pet in a sense. But weren’t we all the gifted ones? Funny how finishing the maths workbook first in class was what made me above average, the gifted one. Scrap that, I think none of us were the gifted child. We all were average. We still are. Brave of me to try and keep this image up. Personally I forgot who I am besides a girl that made a few things, is making a few things and will possibly make a few things in the future. I sometimes pity what I have made of myself. But, honestly, seldom do I feel the need to take any measures to change this. Life is more than work and no matter how cute, cheesy and stupid it sounds it’s true. But why does it feel like work is more than life? And it’s the way it’s supposed to be and if it’s not like that it’s false. Facing it seems like facing fraud.