Career

There is a muffled cry arising around me. It is the cry of men and women who find themselves rent in two, with one part called to make a living and the other part called to pursue a passion, whether that be in the arts or some other endeavor that seems less practical than the money-earning part.

I hear this cry everywhere I go. In one conversation after another, friends, family, acquaintances utter the same cry for an integration of their highest joy, their highest purpose in the world, with the time-consuming process of putting roofs over heads and food on tables.