The other day I was talking with a few of my coworkers about another coworker who wasn't there that day. It was nothing nasty, but still made me think and a little upset. This coworker is rather smart and had an opportunity to go and finish medical school to become a doctor. My other coworkers were saying it was a stupid move that she decided not to go to medical school and instead become a herbalist. To them, it made total sense that being a medical doctor outweighed what she was doing and that she had obviously made the mistake, but to me I began to wonder at what point will we accept the things that make people happy rather than the things that make them the most money? My coworker loves what she does, she enjoys talking about it and practicing it, so why does that have to be a mistake in the eyes of others? Just because she isn't making any money? In my eyes life is about loving what you do. How will you enjoy life if you don't love what you do? Of course money can get you many things, but it cannot produce pure happiness (OK, maybe in SOME people). How does money outweigh the passion in our hearts? We have to sacrifice the happiness of ourselves in order to feed ourselves, how does that make any sense? It's screwed up.
artfully yours.
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