"When you grow up its just going to be work."
I did a silent, inside groan. Poor kid!
His dad was training him to dread becoming an adult,
to dread work; to become like his Dad.
I suppose the father just wanted to tell his son to enjoy being a boy,
but given his morose tone, even that could not have worked.
It certainly is the case that a lot of people are trapped in their jobs,
and that a lot of jobs are drudgery. Perhaps he had such a job.
I have been one of the lucky ones, having had interesting work,
and it might be luck more than my own attitude,
but it was all I could do not to tell that boy that work--a job--
can be a wonderful experience, and that he should do his damnedest
to aim for something that really interested him.
He should, at least, try!
Instead, for once in my life, I said nothing. But it is nagging me.
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