You can lead a horse to water, and watch him fall in and drown-

Sometimes forced motivation is the only type that works, and we do our duties begrudgingly- Folks enthusiastically get up at the crack of dawn to go work on their hobby, then two days later, groan and grumble about getting up an hour later to go to work-

We’re told to “do what you love”, but really, who has the golden life ticket to be able to make a living off of doing “what they love”? What a crappy piece of advice- You might as well tell someone to only eat their favorite foods and only go outside when it’s 68 degrees and sunny- And if you only did “what you love”, don’t you think that after 20 years, what you loved may morph into what you hate? Look at all the folks that dream of owning a restaurant- They take out loans, establish said restaurants, and have glorious opening days- Then after months of dealing with all of the realities of running a restaurant, may as well be clocking back into that job they quit to open their own restaurant-

You would assume that the jobfree artistocracy of a class-based society would be happy in their lack of 40 hour work week responsibilities, but the published letters, memoirs, essays, etc, definitely prove that not to be the case- If anything, their freedom to idly stroll the garden and snack on truffles made them more miserable than the folks serving them the truffles- Maybe happiness is overhyped anyway- As I’ve said before, you can’t have happiness without all the other nesses, so let’s take what we can get, and try not to think too much-