This is the story, actually the history of a guy and what has happened to him in his career thus far. He compares his love for a particular job with the amount of money he makes. Is it a direct relationship? Is it a sane one? Probably.
Work is love made visible. And if you can’t work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of the people who work with joy.
It’s funny sometimes. I look back at my education, and I wonder if spending four years in college studying entrepreneurship was the right thing to do. Do I regret it? Nah. But I would certainly say at this stage that I’m not a normal entrepreneur, if you’d call me that ...
