Grist for the Mill

Well, it's Monday morning and in less than an hour I'll be at my desk pecking away at my computer and making sure The Man's stock is increasing in value through my little part in the system. I wonder today why we do the things that we do and on occasion entertain ourselves by watching people that do what it is that they want to do. It's a mystery really why we live our lives the way we do. We slave away like the Jews under Egyptian taskmasters only to be rolled over by the very stones we are erecting for the sake of another. This is not cynical blabber mind you. I find people all the time who love their jobs and are good at them and have zero visions of wanting to do something bigger, closer to the ground, and filled with a sense of awe and love. In my insomniatic state of wide eyed awareness last night I got to thinking about this. I reflected on a concert I attended on Friday night of last week and of how the performers loved, or at least seemed to, the craft that they were entertaining us with. Now I suppose one could argue for the fact that it's all show business and that the post concert saga of concertizing could very well be a misery for many of these wonderfully talented singer songwriters. In fact, it may very well be that when all the hoopla has settled and all the cable connections have been disconnected and stored away that the scene could be quiet different. It's the side you never see. The call to load up the bus and move on to the next destination of flashing lights and applause finally arrives and these very people I look upon with such envy ride quietly on into their next locale as they muse about how nice it would be to sit at desk somewhere and have a quiet job to report to each morning with the hopeful expectation of an "end of the day" and plans of maybe meeting close friends afterward for a beer or maybe hitting the gym and then the bookstore on the way home. It's all a matter of perspective I suppose. Sometimes on Monday morning I have thoughts like this. Usually on Friday ... I feel a bit differently! Cheers!