Thriving on Excitement to the Task Itself

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This is menial work, and I have much to do, growl the first. I work all day to earn my living, reflected the second. I’m building cathedrals, shouted the last stonemason of the ageless story. The task was the same, to hammer, hammer and hammer as Michelangelo Buonarroti portraying the flashes of creativeness and beauty in La Pietá. Illustrate and illustrate! “No, brother. I cannot go… It’s too late for me. Look…”, drew Albrecht Dürer in Hands. Then a composition, Antioch, played by Georg Friedrich Händel before inspiring a Joy to the world. By the sweat of your face shall you get bread to eat, God affirmed before any effort. My job is an art of duty and service, said Ennio Morricone once upon a time in a masterpiece. I have fought the good fight to the end, Paul blissfully wrote moments before departing. I’m lending a hand to God, uttered an infant in Martín Descalzo’s articles.

Let’s get to work!

I’m not free I work, modernly showed us Chaplin. Work work work work work work work work. Work work work work work work work work. Work work work work work work work work. Work work work work work work work work. Work work work work work work work work. Work work work work work work work work. Work work work work work work work work ← YOU WERE HERE!

With the same 24 hours in a day; 168 hours in a week; 720 hours in a month; 8,760 hours in a year we slowly pass. Me, Eu, Moi, Yo, I’ve lived 376,680 gross hours so far, yoh! I’m so distant from feeling I’m building a cathedral, and I’ve hammered so insistently. My hands are together craving, gradually making, sweating strenuously, playing the best music sheet I could’ve composed, fighting, helping, practicing life as I go.

How much I’m worth in net time? The only currency that counts is that. Two thirds of a life? Half a life? One-third of the time given to me? Almost 125.560 hours of me went by sleeping. What will I do now with the remaining gift of my life? We have the same two hands, heart and lungs, similar brain and synapses, equal passions, matching longing, and hunger. We share time, identical day length.

I’ve existed like Sisyphus, sometimes like Icarus. One time almost like Brutus but mostly as Chaplin’s Tramp. Just once I’ve played like Messi and practically die like Lennon. I’ve invented like Tesla and jumped like Dick Fosbury. I’ve sung like Callas and played like Tony Melendez. I’ve smiled watching Jennifer Lawrence smile and grinned like De Niro. I’ve suffered! I did Mother Teresa stuff and revolt as Mandela. I’ve built like Pelli but didn’t start the fire, like Billy. I’m dying working, not truly living like Wallace.

I better love what I do. I better be the best I can. I better do things fervently. I better enjoy the ride. Work work work work work work work work. Work work work work work work work work. Work work work work work work work work. Work work work work work work work work. Work work work work work work work work. Work work work work work work work work…

I have come to terms with myself, and work is thriving on excitement to the task itself, whatever it may be. Be it done with the hands or with the soul. My heart must be brought to work always, or there will be no meaning at all. In that way I have recovered what was recover, like Francisco Luis Bernárdez back in 1937:

If to recover what was recovered

I had to first lose what was lost,

If to obtain the obtainable

I had to bear what was borne,

If to be in love now

It was necessary to have been hurt,

I have well suffered what was suffered,

I have well cried what was cried.

Because after everything I have proved

That one cannot enjoy the enjoyable

Until after having suffered.

Because after everything I have understood

That what the tree has visibly in bloom

Thrives of what is buried beneath.

Work work work work work work work work. Work work work work work work work work. Work work work work work work work work. Work work work work work work work work. Work work work work work work work work. Work work work work work work work work. Rest rest rest rest rest rest rest rest… ← YOU ARE HERE!

The rest is silence.

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