when you don’t love what you do
I've been forcing myself to work, to be 'productive'. I hate everything about working. I have to force myself so much to sit and read something that I don't believe in at all, so I always end up drowning myself in TV shows, or sleep to escape instantly and to not have to think about work.
It isn't supposed to be like this. I have to be able to produce something worth my time or else it's a much bigger waste of my time
To do good, authentic work, I have to believe in it. I have to learn to love it.
what i label as 'productive' shouldn't feel like meaningless labour
Remember when you were little and you never slept a minute longer than required
because waking up before everyone else was too exciting for you
you didn't have to escape, did you?
your life shouldn't be about escaping reality