This great passage comes from Andrea Tacoronte’s excellent piece, “Why Does this Work Matter?” To see her answer, and a lot of others too, read the whole thing. They know what they’re talking about.
I’m not a particularly religious person. I do, however, spend a fair amount of time speculating on the meaning of life. What’s the point of it all? What is our place in the universe? What really matters? These questions bounce around in my brain on a fairly regular basis.
I usually end up feeling like I’m not pulling my celestial weight. I am pretty sure that one of the important pieces of being human is that we do things for the good of humanity. When the question comes up, “What am I doing to improve my world?”…
I come up pretty short. I think maybe I should volunteer more. I imagine myself (and my shining face family) volunteering at a soup kitchen…like characters in one of those sappy Hallmark movies.
This really never, ever happens with us. We work. We go to school. We barely can finish household chores, laundry and homework. Spare time is all about damage control. There is no time for altruistic endeavors.
So, why does this work matter?