Drawing the Line of Work and Life


When most people talk about their job and their life, they treat them as two separate things. They say that being professional and being personal should stay in their own separate spheres of influence. Of…well, living.┬áBut where is the boundary between work and life? When does your job become your passion, or vice versa? How much┬ácan you blur the line before you lose who you are?

On one end of the scale are farmers. For them, work and life are one and the same. They get up, go to the fields, handle their crops and livestock–which double as food sources–and then reap the benefits of their work, monetary or otherwise. On the other end are your stereotypical office drones, who come in and process paper after paper as if cogs in a machine. For them, work is just a part of their daily routine, one which doesn’t allow them to go out and just be themselves. At least they have defined lines to draw, one would think.

But where does everyone else fit in on this scale? Artists, I believe, are all over the place. Dangerously so, in fact. Those who depend on their craft for sustenance run the risk of either letting their passions die out in favor of going through the motions or starving because of their lack of direction with their desires. For them, the line between work and life is all but impossible to draw accurately. And you know what? Maybe that’s a good thing. Maybe it’s important to explore where you can draw that line. Maybe it’s important to set some things aside in favor of others. Or maybe it’s all a bunch of hooey.

Either way, artists still live to create, as while art isn’t necessary for survival, it does make life worth living.

…Wait a second. How did that…eh, never mind.