Really, why am I working like a dog?

#Journal Thursday

 I turned my head and saw yet another wisp of smoke on its way to nothingness: a solitary person, completely alone—no children, no family, no friends—yet working obsessively late into the night, compulsively greedy for more and more, never bothering to ask, “Why am I working like a dog, never having any fun? And who cares?” More smoke.

A bad business.

It’s better to have a partner than go it alone…
Share the work, share the wealth…
And if one falls down, the other helps,
But if there’s no one to help, tough!

Two in a bed warm each other.
Alone, you shiver all night.

By yourself you’re unprotected.
With a friend you can face the worst.
Can you round up a third?
A three-stranded rope isn’t easily snapped.

A poor youngster with some wisdom is better off than an old but foolish king who doesn’t know which end is up.

I saw a youth just like this start with nothing and go from rags to riches, and I saw everyone rally to the rule of this young successor to the king.

Even so, the excitement died quickly, the throngs of people soon lost interest.

Can’t you see it’s only smoke?

And spitting into the wind?

(Ec4,7-16)

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One Comment Add yours

  1. Edith says:

    True wisdom

    Liked by 1 person

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