"Working for the weekend..." What a terrible concept! I'm not old enough to have been around when that song by Loverboy was popular, but I can just imagine how many people that line resonated with. My question is why? Why do we find it acceptable to trade five days of being miserable at a job we hate for a day and a half of mild enjoyment (because let's be honest, most people start dreading Monday by Sunday mid-afternoon)? Why do we do this to ourselves?

I love having very existential conversations with people and I have yet to meet one person that doesn't believe that we live to have some sort of purposeful life. I believe that us humans are passionate creatures and we need this passion to feel "human."

The Japanese have a word for this: Ikigai (生き甲斐); it translates to "a reason for being." To me, it's impossible that our reason for waking up Monday through Friday is just to get closer to the weekend.

So what am I suggesting we do? Quit our jobs? No, unfortunately we live in a capitalistic society that requires us to use money. What I am suggesting for each of us is to find what we are passionate about and schedule 3 hours, 1 hour, or even 20 minutes to it; whatever amount of time we can devote to doing that thing that we claim to love. Why is it that we can work to the point of a breakdown for a shitty job and not commit to time for us?

I think if we schedule this time to ourselves, we can wake up with the thoughts of what is possible for us today, in our passions, whether it be creating art, being a good parent, or cooking a meal (whatever you think you were put on this earth to do). Do it! Any day you go to sleep without feeding your passion is a day wasted.

Everyday we are working on our life's work. Don't let your obituary say "well, they were always on time to work". I'm begging everyone to be the best you, you can be and share it others. The most selfish thing we can do is to not share our passions with the world.