The work that I do is secondary; how I do it is primary.
One indicator of a loving relationship: No thought or talk about the relationship.
What we do may bring happiness to others but work will not bring happiness to ourselves. If we were human doings, yes, that would be the case, but we are beings, not doings.
The ego is who I think I am. It is a limited, temporary and entirely mind-based sense of self. So men say: “I am a millwright.” Or, “I am a stay-at-home dad.” But we are not the roles we play. Marlon Brando did not tell people he was a mafia don. On examination, we find that the question “Who am I?” can only be answered in the negative, e.g., not this, not that. We concede one all-purpose exception to a blinking list of negative statements: “I am an actor.”
A man is not good because he works, and not bad because he doesn’t.
Work provides us with a material benefit, not a spiritual one. Our work may help others; it will not help us. If it did, Pablo would have been kinder to women and Vincent would have died peacefully.
Is there no need to work? Then don’t work. Nobody in Eden works.