Somebody asked me the other day how many hours I work each week. I was taken aback. First, I don’t work – I love what I do and I don’t consider it “work”. I tend to meditate, rest, play and work with clients, blend it all together, and call the delicious mixture “life”. It is all a seamless whole for me – there is no separation between “work” and “play” – it is all one. I try to live what I teach – separateness is an illusion; everything is ONE.
Sometimes, someone has said it better than any of us could:
This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.
I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the whole community, and as long as I live it is my privilege to do for it whatever I can.
I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder I work the more I live. I rejoice in life for its own sake. Life is no “brief candle” for me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got hold of for the moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations.
George Bernard Shaw