A great short story told by Paul Coelho on work:
As soon as he dies, Juan found himself in a very beautiful place surrounded by all the comforts and beauty he had ever dreamed of. Someone dressed in white came up to him:
- You are entitled to whatever you wish: any food, pleasure, entertainment - he said.
Enchanted, Juan did everything he had dreamed of during his life. After many years filled with pleasure, he sought out the person in white:
- I’ve already tried everything I wished for. Now I need a job so that I can feel useful.
- I’m so sorry - said the person in white. - But that is the only thing that I cannot manage for you; there is no work here.
- How terrible! - said Juan in irritation. - I shall spend eternity dying of tedium! I’d prefer a thousand times to be in hell!
The creature in white came over to him and said in a low voice:
- And where do you think you are?
So do you live to work or work to live? Or is real work, on the things that matter most in your life, actually just really living?
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