Work wasn't even considered on my List of: "Fun Things To Do While Doing Time On Planet Earth"; nor was it mentioned in any of my follow-up Lists either.
So what went wrong?
"Adulthood, my child, Adulthood. And before you could even say 'Good Morning, World', Reality swooped in, snatched your "Lists" right out of your hand, tore them into a million pieces and threw them into the wind.
So much for growing up, right?"
I still smile when I think of those childhood "Lists". Even in my youth I knew that God allotted each of us a certain amount of time to spend on planet Earth. So I, in my childish wisdom (questionable use of the word wisdom), planned ahead; making Lists of the "Best Things" and "Fun Things" to do in that secret, known only to God, time allotment - so that I wouldn't waste one minute of precious time THINKING of what to do next in life...I'd be doing it.
I soon learned from Reality that life wasn't composed of just Fun Things and Ideal Things, one was required to make a living...and the only alternative aside from starving to death, was prison. Prison, of course, offered the necessities of life - three hots and a cot plus wardrobe; but without freedom, what was the purpose of living? As for the "starving to death" option - I passed.
So...off to work I went! Every monday through friday for the next forty some years! (By the way, I have a bone to pick with our first parents should I ever run across them. The word "work" was invented due to their...Oh well, that's another story for another time).
Okay, so by the sweat of the brow (I'm sure Adam remembers those words vividly) Man will work, toil and drudge until death do us part ie, returning to ashes.
The purpose of work is threefold: A) a roof over your head, B) food on the table, and C) some clothes on your back...leaving the mansions, fancy cars and yachts to the Fat Cats and workaholics, along with their ulcers. I'm just here for the short haul, so just give me the necessities of life, all the allotted time I'm allowed, and I'm outta' here!
However, when retirement finally crept up on me and they put me out to pasture...Get This!...I had withdrawal pangs! Yes, ME! a lifelong advocate of the beach bums and perennial loafers, had become so addicted to Work that without my daily (8 Hr) dosage, I was turning into a sniveling, whimpering piece of humanity - lamenting the uselessness and purpose of life!
I was just homesick, ah..er.."worksick" for my co-workers. I just missed the comradeship and the daily discussions at the Water Cooler where we solved the problems of the world and listened to the latest gossip.
So, as Idleness moved in, my purpose for living moved out. But one day it dawned on me that my allotnment of time down here on planet Earth was wasting away fast - and I STILL had no purpose in life.
So that night, I decided to have a heart to heart chat with God, give Him the problem of my purposeless life and let Him mull it over, and get back to me in a few days with a solution. So I knelt down...buried my face in my hands and prayed.
The next morning I wandered into a new site by accident, it was called "Faithwriters".
End of idleness, end of withdrawal symptoms, end of a purposeless life, and... END OF STORY
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