If you could design your Job
philosophy·@meno·
0.000 HBDIf you could design your Job
I've been thinking quite a bit about this, and in more ways than one. I mean, does it not sound Utopian to be able to design your ideal job? In many ways some entrepreneurs are doing just that, but most of the time the people who attach themselves to the overused label simply jump into a mold armed with a fake smile. <center>  </center> <h1>Maybe... that's why some of us can't fit in</h1> Us humans are too complex, we are so complex in fact that it makes us a bit predictable. We can consistently be inconsistent, something that performs perfectly for me, might be the worse idea for you. Maybe it's for this reason and many more that perfectly good jobs, or at least our idea of what a <b>"Perfect Job" is </b> can be seen a nightmare to someone else. I've shared a drink or two with a fellow sapiens who after explaining what they do for a living, and after taking a sip, have made my mind race into a giant <b><i>"no effing way... I would/could never to that" short marathon</i></b> yet I've never felt compelled to tell my new drinking pal to run to the hills, I've been completely contempt with the idea, that they must love it, but..... do they? <h1>What if my fellow sapiens had a choice?</h1> Imagine how different your job would be, if you take all the elements you enjoy and remove all the ones you don't. I'm sitting here wondering how many things I would have extirpated from my most active musical years. That is, the times where I was inhaling all the bar-smoke there was, staying up as late as my body could take, only to make a few bucks and buy new strings. <center> .gif) </center> This mental exercise is a bit painful I have to say, because it leads to a terrible conclusion. At least in my life it does. I would strip so much out of that equation it would not even be recognizable. I never enjoyed the bar scene, I still can't stand the smoke, and dealing with a bar owner is as pleasant as visiting a dentist who ran out of anesthesia. So whats left? The obvious answer... music, the connection I felt with the crowd, those magical moments of vulnerability where by exposing my weakness I would find my inner strength. Nothing else, not one more element needed for me. <h1>I often wonder if automation...</h1> Would move the needle a little more towards a more balanced output. A society where artists can be artists for the sake of art, because food is just taken care of. A world where money has lost most of its ugly connotations and stopped becoming Opioids for the corrupt. This social experiment that we partake of to me seems like a bit of a preview of things to come. As we explore possibilities, create problems to solve, and solutions get bounced between pessimists and their nemeses. We are exploring <b>"new jobs"</b> the kind that we probably never imagined we needed to create. <h1>If we win</h1> We find a way to create enough safety nets as to not neglect the less fortunate, without enabling bad behaviors. If we win, we shift our sense of value, our sense of worth, into less perishable things designed to be obsolete with a crafted timer. If we win, hunger can be if not abolished, reduced enough as to make us celebrate the most significant of victories. <center>  </center> A few days ago, I had a great conversation with my friend Ausbitbank about social currency, about the meaning of social worth. It becomes apparent to me, specially in context of his example, that it's not some hypothetical thing people like to think about when they open a bottle of wine, it's as real as it gets, and something I intend to completely grasp. <h1>If we lose</h1> We never wake up, we remain as members of different cultural cults attempting to make headway in distorted myopic ways. We refuse to adapt, because we find worth in things that become obsolete, and if history is to teach us something is that more of the same never leads to change. <center>  </center> If we lose, we take back nothing from governments, from powers to be, because inaction has a way to lure us with a fake promise of comfort, and requires a lot less thinking. <h1>If I could make up my own job....</h1> I don't know what I would be doing, but maybe, just maybe... that is what I'm trying to find out here... Much love  (signature by @bembelmaniac)
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