Based on this question, many people get to know you. It’s a basic question where people judge you and label you. If they like what you do, they include you in their circle of friends; if not, you’re considered uninteresting, without dreams, without ambitions. Maybe people don’t like you because you don’t bring any benefit to them, that’s just how it works, “we have to use each other”… well, that’s another story.
Every person does many things because “they have to.” Because we are intelligent animals and die without food, water… nowadays, we die with food, with water, but without comfort, we can’t live.
So, back to the question: I am everything. When I make my coffee, I’m a barista; when I drink a cocktail, I’m a bartender; when I do my skincare routine, I’m a skincare expert; when I clean, I’m a maid; when I paint, I’m a painter, and so on. Our actions define us, that’s clear. But if someone wants to know your job because that’s what defines us as people, it’s harder to say you’re a saleswoman… and then you quickly say something else because you want to tell the other person that this doesn’t define you. But if you’re a CEO, you shout out loud that you’re a CEO and that this makes you a real person… OMG. No. I mean, the question should be changed to “What do you do every day to show me who you are as a person?”
When you meet someone new, it’s not as important what they do. A week later, they could have a different role, but they’ll still be the same person: good, full of dreams. I’m sure that if you know what they do day-to-day, it’s easier to understand what kind of person they are. Honestly, it’s like you’re sitting next to them and comparing what they do with what you do, seeing if it aligns with your interests.
People are amazed by each other. One is a pilot (wow, bravo to him, I could never do that – well, yes you can, but you’re afraid… anyway), but I admire him because he’s doing something I’ve forbidden myself to do. Others are just drivers (driver, hmm, you have to be a driver because it’s a necessity), but again, we all have this job every day (so it doesn’t really matter that much—unless, it’s a passion and you want to drive race cars, that’s not really a “what do you do for a living” answer, right?)
Rather, when talking about life, we don’t talk about jobs because it brings the definition that people live for their job/money, because otherwise, they can’t pay their bills or eat the next day. I get it, but I’ve never heard anyone say, “I go to work with so much joy because it makes me feel alive…” Really? (Let’s set aside the exceptional and ideal cases where people work with their passion and never feel like it’s a job). Even the word “job” has a different meaning. If you work hard on something, only then do you “feel alive” because you’re using your “talent,” “energy,” and “soul” to create something (we’re all made to create in this life anyway). Even our thoughts are our creation, and within those thoughts, another creation is manifesting—constantly, without us realizing… and so on.
If I tell you I’m a cook, will that spark your curiosity? You’ll probably ask more questions, like what kind of food I cook, if I work in a restaurant… etc. But if I tell you I’m a lady who cleans, you probably won’t ask me for more details, like where I clean or what cleaning products I use. But the truth is, a housekeeper (article coming soon) has many more interesting things to tell. She’s gone through tough experiences that have shaped her into a unique, strong person from whom others can learn, while a cook has spent time in the kitchen and hasn’t had the chance to meet many personalities, so they don’t really experience much action… but again, people are many and different.
The existence of this blog proves that what I do is a pleasure, even though people understand that “a way of living” is just a way to make money and survive. But it’s not exactly like that. I’m starting to stop believing that you have to do things you don’t like because “that’s how you earn” your bread, listening to others, keeping your mouth shut, and doing as you’re told your whole life, without commenting because you’re afraid of conflict and just want to live in harmony.
I can call myself a writer since I’ve started writing again. When I got my first computer, the first thing I did wasn’t to install games and play, but to type out poems from old books. I loved the sound of the mechanical keyboard so much. I always loved having tea next to me, and I was already training for a job in an office later on. You can already imagine that I grew up writing journals and trying the cutest pens, loving to write with fountain pens, testing glitter pens. My handwriting isn’t quite calligraphic yet because I write quickly, and my thoughts move faster than I can write ? so I have to write patiently to create something calligraphic. I never liked writing the way my teacher showed me at school, it seemed boring, I do the “s” differently, the “f” too, and I don’t really connect the letters… I developed my own writing style.
As for journals, I created my own language (using Cyrillic symbols) so no one could understand what I was writing… and I still have them at home, but it’s not much of a secret what’s in there, so I don’t really have anything to hide… or do I? ?
In conclusion, it’s not important “what do you do for a living” as long as you spend your life doing what you love. I know others have said it differently, but if you imagine yourself at 70 years old and you’ve worked your whole life, what will you have left? Just the money?
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