I remember when I had a real job, like when I was totally unqualified and could potentially get fired.  – me explaining to an employee why I hated my work-days after college.

I don’t ever want to work for a living again. Working for a living is extremely stressful. In fact, I hate the word “stressful” because the word does not describe the hopeless world of  numbing fear, depression, and impotency I endured, when I worked twelve-hour days at an vile-spirited law firm in mid-town manhattan.

If I ever find myself answering to such depraved souls again, I will grab a sword and “take care of business”.

There’s a joy and purpose in waking up every day to true living. Building anything is strenuous, difficult at times, frustrating, but it’s not what I would call “work.” Or at least, it’s not fair to call what I do daily “work” and what I did at law firms “work.” Frankly, I was just trying to punch a clock, stay out of responsibility, and get as much money as I could for doing as little as possible. Calling both “work” is the equivalent of describing  a one-night stand and the relationship with my fiance both “love.”

What is best in life? "To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of their women." - Conan