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why work?

There is this terrible feeling which comes up everytime. Why work? The fear of having no money makes you feel terrible. Well you do feel better when you work. Why do we need to climb on each other to pull each other apart and then feel we are much better than the other. Ultimately, I have to pay the money somewhere else to get another service. I have to fight for my worth else I won't survive. Does there need to be another world order? What about those who are unable to fend for themselves?
Employers bargain your capacities and you feel cheated. Then there is more to come after you join the clandestine board decides what you need to do and what you will be given. And how is this decided? It is decided by what you do. And so you need to advertise yourself. Prove yourself. Else you have no worth. Awful enough? Not yet. You have to keep performing, keep earning, spend and then work more to keep on earning and keeping up a standard of living. You begin to invest and you get into commitments and there you are. You are already determined. You can't get out of the job. You cannot underperform as you are bound by you financial commitments. So you are afraid that your boss may give you a bad appraisal. You hope the company doesn't close down. You hope that you will reach a stage where you don't need to worry about finances. Well and you keep working harder. And that explains why you eat up others on the way. Can't help you say? Not convinced whether the job really requires it but surely because you need to be seen as performing. You don't have time to enjoy the breeze outside. You end up socialising in office. No family. No nature. No fun. No more freedom. You are bound. Bound. Really bound. Can you be free of this burden? Is there a way out?
Is this a curse or can we build a new world order? Do we work because the other is not willing to do a service to one another? All questions we need to answer if we need a more secure future.

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