Let it never be said that work isn't enjoyable.
Work itself can be the most rewarding endeavor we aspire to. Work - when undertaken for a purpose, when that purpose is the very motivation driving us, and when we have a stake in the the final product - is an inherently joyous experience.
It is only when we are driven like slaves for countless hours, subordinate to others without any conceivable merit, in pursuit of vague goals which have little to no relation to human concern, and then pitted against each other, barred any access whatsoever to the fruits of our labor, and forced to worry endlessly about our survival that work becomes hell - and we become soulless, tormented husks of our former selves.
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