A wise woman once told me she was terribly relieved when she finally realized it was acceptable to be average. So when a friendly old lady asked me on the train the other day, "Why does your generation get divorced so quickly? " I told her it was because we can't handle mediocrity. It's for the same reason that the thirty-somethings of today can't commit to any career path. You were told from day one that you could be a ballerina, a pilot, or even President, but that the main requirement was to be happy. As if that were the simplest requirement. So you seek the perfect happiness in everything you do. You will accept nothing short of excellence. And you don't perceive love any differently. Oh the ignorant bliss we miss with the forever desire to achieve perfection! But even aware it, we will still wander. As for me, I'm still haunted by the impending realization that I might actually be just a simple Susan. Would you dare to be just normal?
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And then you have ivy league commencement ceremonies with speakers like Steve Jobs, who perseverate the notion of happiness as essential, not only in his words, but in his simple human example of sheer success:
"You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking, and don't settle."
Il faut beaucoup travailler pour aller vers ce que l'on aime, cela veut dire faire des choix et laisser des choses derrière soi. Le travail qui nous donne le pain le beurre et le toît est une bonne chose pour Voltaire car "il nous préserve du besoin, de l'ennui et du vice" C'est super si on à le luxe de l'avoir bien choisi, ce qui n'est pas si courant... Il existe une vie après le travail (vie toujours avant le travail pour les autres) et là aussi il nous faut travailler pour apprendre à utiliser ce temps voir même apprendre ou réapprendre à perdre à son temps....quel luxe pour l'homme moderne...
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