Dead-End Jobs

In life you probably want to have your heart broken a few times, to suffer disappointments, see a few setbacks that you either overcome or learn to reconcile with, so you can be seasoned into the full flavour of the human sauce. But it’s hard to even imagine a flavouring so complex and profound that it requires us to devise the pain of a soul-crushing job that repeats over and over again into stupefying boredom; the agony of being a child in a world that will nurture your body while it is enraged by the expression of your spirit; of being in a family relationship or a social setting where your personhood is treated as the enemy. Some deprivation and making-do is part of the adventure of life, and demanding that the adventure be adventurous all the time is asking too much, misses the point. There have to be dull bits to every story. But to weary your days away in drudgery is a bitter pill that simply denies life its reason for being there. Why do we hide from our own hearts how awful it is to squander the life force in constructs like a ‘soul-destroying’ job? No one can want that as part of the toxic waste of industry.  
And we who have been the victims of spiritual strangulation then continue the strangulation on our own time, because like those before us and around us, we don’t have a better gameplan. But you can say to yourself (that makeshift self we have been living in and responding to the world with since we left the crucible of childhood), enough! We do not need to be creating the same dilemmas and choosing the same dull options (like complaining and blaming) over and over again. We can breathe, enjoy, and do the be here now thing. It really is a perfectly workable option. We can agree to disagree with ourselves, and we are always allowed to wish for what we want in the face of our foolish self-programming. I can have deliberate conversations with the habitual version of me, the one on automatic, and tell him there is pleasure in the next breath if I just choose to scoop it up. Those conversations can happen whenever I choose, for as long as the listener is there to receive.