Some people are obsessed with work. It defines them, gives them a structure. Without work, they’d sail away at the mercy of the waves and get lost at sea.
But technology facilitates creativity. The accountant becomes a music producer at night or a photographer on the weekend. He or she identifies more as being an artist than a professional that crunches numbers. Their online persona is who they really want to be.
Everyone wants to pursue something meaningful. We want to do something that matters. Work, whether it’s the day job or an artist, is supposed to reflect our life philosophies. Most jobs though are solutions to a practical problem: we need the cash to live.
The pressure to blend work and life is the result of our obsession with the careerism in a twenty-four-seven hyperconnected world. So what would we do with all that free time if we didn’t work? We’d probably just do stuff: read, hang out with friends and family, watch and play sports, and listen to music. It would look like a lot of a vacation.
Will we be ok when the robots take over, and the concept of labor fades away? Will making art suffice? We’re born off balance. It’s how we dance with the uncertain future that shapes who we are.
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