Post # 33 # Too Much Love Will Kill You

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All along the years I have been building up a thought that work is a curse we have got for our existence. But lately, as the number of boring days increases so much in the last month, I have changed my mind. Work, any kind of work in personal and professional terms, saves us from the tiresome drudgery of life. Imagine a life in which all of we have to do is just sit and watch the sun and the moon and stars, all day, all night. It would be the ultimate disaster. However this does not mean we have to work to live our life.

Basically, I'm worried about too less of work as much as I'm about too much of it. It sounds good that the best way is to make the right balance between work and leisure, though it is easier said than done. In any case, we cannot love too much work or too much free time. Otherwise Brian May may entangle us in his long curly hairs and sing us Too Much Love Will You.

I want to break free from all the sticky cages of work and free time and make the most of my time in the most productive and cheerful way. We live only once, why should we waste it only in working our arses off to pay the bills and the rent and save for the future? Why should we spend it away doing nothing?     

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