
I was observing the sweeper and reflected on this: How does one make sense of the apparent endless sweeping routine, knowing that the leaves will keep falling... the next day, and the next day, and... well... on the other hand, there is job security afterall!
Do you sometimes feel a sense of paradoxical tension in who you really are and what you do each day? How does one rediscover the purpose of life and work?
Care to share your thoughts?