"Constant labor of one uniform kind destroys the intensity and flow of a man's animal spirits, which find recreation and delight in mere change of activity." -Karl Marx
This, I find to be incredibly true. Work, in the sense that others are familiar with, does not sit well with me. The repetition of driving to and from work, sitting and standing at work, speaking with others at work... these things dull my spirit and natural instincts. How can I be human when I feel so much like a machine? At times my hands are on the keyboard or holding a phone when I know they should be digging in the dirt or creating something new. At those times I do not have the choice to let go of the phone and wander into a garden. I am there...in this building for eight hours doing as I am told by others. The majority of people have become content with this lifestyle, I however, can not sit comfortably with it and must find several paths that lead me back to where I want to be. I am marching my way through these paths and will soon find a way out. Till then, patience is the key.