In order to live we must in some way or another acquire the basic physical necessities of food, water and shelter. In other words, we must work. Once these have been attained in sufficient measure, our focus can shift to the more complex task of meeting the necessities of intellectual, emotional and spiritual matters. It seems the norm to despise one’s work, and this is unfortunate. Work should be a labor of love and an extension of personality. So many people remain unhappily stuck in positions they absolutely hate, yet they endure it, waiting for that golden future of retirement. The sad truth is that most people don’t love what they do with their lives, either in work or in habit. We are brought up to think of work as a terrible burden of necessity; therefore we never awaken to the fact that it can be an extension of our unique personalities.