We have a Choice ...

In the printing industry of New York until recently there are the so-called word-depositors carrying out a particular activity. They work all the day and primarily arrange advertisement text.

Most of you probably will ask: what's so? This story has its catch moment. For many years, the work of these word-depositors has been done in parallel by a fully automated machine for one-tenth of the time it takes for the word-depositors to do it.
Yes, you have read it correctly, the work of these word-depositors is completely meaningless: every text that they arrange is immediately becoming subjected to melting. These people every day go to work to do something completely meaningless and useless.

The only purpose of their work is to get their wage at the end of the week. Under the dictates of a powerful trade union, healthy men, in the prime of their power, are being driven to perform work that technological development has already overtaken. Can you imagine with what enthusiasm day after day all these word-depositors have done their job? Why did they make this sacrifice? Certainly neither to be liked by their bosses, nor for a trade union, certainly not for the benefit of the job, that is, not for it to be useful! They have made this sacrifice and have agreed with the inconveniences only for their wage.

This is the sad picture of the modern proletariat, of the person who accepts everything: his crabbed boss, the work that doesn’t inspire him, over-exertion of his powers, and to lower his head, saying "Yes" contrary to his believes. And all this for the sake of material benefit, because of the end-of-month fiche, because of the outlook for extra pay, in anticipation of promotion or retirement.

How different the life of a researcher, sculptor, athlete, of all those people striving for a high target looks like! They are like climbers who, through the cold and wind, step by step, rise along the steep wall, and with every meter they pass, they feel the intoxicating feeling of victory.

Now you might object: "This is beautiful and true for all the researcher, the sculptor, the athlete. My case, however, is quite different because I am immersed in the mill of daily rout, from which I cannot escape out of all my duties. "And you are right: we are all exposed to the danger of suffering our work and bearing with it. To perform our duties in the place where we stand. Just think about only one thing: If we don’t like our work, if we cannot be proud of the outcome of it, if we suffer under the burden of our profession, then we will never do our best. But no one has any interest in it – even and the company we work for.

Whose "skin" you would rather prefer to be in? In the skin of that New York word-depositor or the one involved in the struggle for life, a spiritually and physically healthy, dynamic person? Each of us ha the freedom to choose ... Do you doubt this? Not everyone can choose to be a sculptor, doctor or mountain guide. However, everyone has the choice of suffering passively or to perform actively. This is the choice we face daily, hourly. This is the choice we have.

This is the choice each of us is facing. Whoever tries to get out of the life struggle should not be surprised if he falls into the other role - the one of the long-suffering. Or as Churchill says: "We shall not have to do what gives us joy, but with joy and excitement to begin what we have to do!

This alternative to which life is up to us can hardly be expressed more clearly than with biblical wisdom: "If your right eye makes you stumble, pluck it out!" The slogan does not read: "Rejoice with your fate and do not try to take anything to eliminate your suffering." But entirely the opposite! "If your right eye makes you stumble, pluck it out!"