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# I Don’t Understand the Concept of “Work”
- URL: https://justincox.com/blog/2016/03/i-dont-understand-the-concept-of-work/
- Published: 2016-03-04T11:54:25.000Z
- Updated: 2023-06-17T00:52:12.000Z
- Description: All I need in life is food, shelter, and happiness. But I work to earn money to buy food, shelter, and happiness. Do you see the problem?
- Author: Justin Cox
- Tags: Life, Humor

Work is like, some construct that was created to give us something to do. Right?

I mean, all I really need in life is food, shelter, happiness… but there’s some universal understanding that I need to **work* to earn money. But that money is for what? To buy food, shelter, and happiness?

It seems backwards.

Society wants me to work to live, but I really should just **live* to live. Man.

Right now, most people go to work to pay bills… but why pay bills when you can file for bankruptcy? The bills just go away, and you can keep on **living*.

Since it’s that easy, what is this whole **work* thing for, anyway? What would happen if everyone just **stopped* working?

Society would probably collapse.

Ok, screw everyone. What would happen if **I* stopped working?

Instead of going to **work*, I could tell anyone who will listen about my **success*. I could shout it from the rooftops. I could yell it at people on the street. I could tell each of my Uber drivers.

Everyone will believe I’m successful. People **want* to believe, so they will.

Then, instead of working — *because really, who wants to do that?* — I can run for **President*. That will really make people believe I’m successful. And how great would that be? Instead of telling Uber drivers about my success, I could tell the pilot of Air Force One. And they’d have to believe me — it would be an order.

People would make me President because they would **know* how successful I am. They would know I’m like, the most successful person to ever walk on the planet, successful. I would be **President*. Of **America*! It’d be great!

But why stop there? Why not become the King of **Earth*?

That’s not a thing. Who cares! People would make it a thing because I would be the **most* successful…

No, I was right before, society would probably collapse.

But really, what even is work?