Work is something we do by the hour. Work is urgent. Work is “this for that”. A fair trade. Even Steven. No one owes anyone anything. Follow the instruction. Do what your told. Get paid.
The funny thing is, we do all sorts of projects for free growing up. But suddenly, we graduate and turn 18, and we don’t want to do work anymore because it’s our job.
Labor, on the other hand, can’t be quantified. It has it’s own time table. Writing this blog post is labor. Raising your children is labor. Solving new and interesting problems is labor. So is making a difference or making better art. We don’t necessarily get paid for our labor (although sometimes we do). We do it cause we love it.
Why work if you are leaving labor on the table?
Labor has something interior to it.
Labor is an expression of love.