There Is No Exoneration From Work
I keep imagining a place where it’s all done. Where my inbox is empty, my bills are paid, my body is fit, and my mind is at rest. A place where the work finally ends.
But there is no such place. The work never stops. I finish one task and another appears. I pay one bill and another comes due. I build one habit and life tests it again.
I am never exonerated from effort. To be alive is to keep showing up, to keep carrying the weight, to keep putting one foot in front of the other.
Instead of dreaming of a finish line that doesn’t exist, I choose to find meaning in the act itself. The work is the point. The process is the reward.
“The impediment to action advances action. What stands in the way becomes the way.” – Marcus Aurelius