There was a quote from William Faulkner in the “The Week”
October 9, 2015, on page 19:
“It’s a shame that the only thing that a man can do for
eight hours a day is work. He can’t eat for
eight hours; he can’t drink for eight hours; he can’t make love for eight
hours. The only thing a man can do for
eight hours is work.”
I was a bit surprised at this quote.
I know he is a much more thoughtful writer than this quote
leads us to believe.
I was coming up with all sorts of other things I could do
for 8 hours rather than work!
Riding my bike, writing, fishing, reading, meditating…
“There were many things I could do for two or three days and
earn enough money to live on for the rest of the month. By temperament I’m a
vagabond and a tramp. I don’t want money badly enough to work for it. In my
opinion it’s a shame that there is so much work in the world. One of the
saddest things is that the only thing that a man can do for eight hours a day,
day after day, is work. You can’t eat eight hours a day nor drink for eight
hours a day nor make love for eight hours — all you can do for eight hours is
work. Which is the reason why man makes himself and everybody else so miserable
and unhappy.”
Ah, that is more like him!
Context can often completely change the meaning of a partial
quote.
Now there is great quote.
Outlining the desire to enjoy life.
The desire to live life fully.
Nobody on their deathbed has ever said "I wish I had
spent more time at the office.”
There is nothing wrong with work.
There is everything wrong with work that is a waste of time,
or work that hurts others.
So lets end with 2 more quotes:
If I could live my life again
in the next one I
would try to make more mistakes
I would not try to
be so perfect, I would relax more.
I would be more
dumb than I have been, in fact
I would take very
few things seriously.
I would be less
hygienic.
I would take more
risks, more trips,
I would watch more
sunsets,
I would climb more
mountains, swim more rivers.
I would go to
places where I have never been to,
I would eat more
ice-cream and less beans,
I would have more
real problems and less imaginary ones.
I was one of those
people who live sensibly and
prolifically every
minute of their life.
Of course I had
happy moments. But if I could
go back I would try
to have only happy moments.
In case you didn't
know life is is made of that, of
moments only; don't
waste this very minute.
I was one of those
people who never went anywhere without
a thermometer, a bag of hot water, an
umbrella and
a parachute; if I
could live again, I would travel light.
If I could live
again I would start to walk barefoot
at the beginning of
the Spring and stay like that until the end
of the Fall. I would
go around more on the calash, I would contemplate more
dawns and I would
play with more children, if I had again life
ahead.
But, you see, I am
85 years old and I know I am dying.
--
J. L. Borges
To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent
people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest
critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find
the best in others; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy
child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has
breathed easier because you have lived.
This is to have succeeded.
--
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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