Is your work your identity or identity crisis?
Does your work define who you are or does it burn you every day, slowly? What is work? Does it only mean your profession? Or it is your whole life that you have devoted to, Karma? Should you expect a 'praise', if do something good, and a 'criticism', if you are not up to it? Or should you be indifferent towards other's reactions, or as said in Geeta, ( Karmanye vadhikaraste Ma Phaleshu Kadachana, Ma Karmaphalaheturbhurma Te Sangostvakarmani) ''do your job, don't have the expectation for the fruit(result)''? We are always told to love what we do and do what we love. But that is difficult unless your passion becomes your profession and vice-versa. Sometimes, it may happen that though we do what we love, a constant expectation of perfection and pressure for perfection dries us up. We feel lost, we find ourselves disconnected so much that 'loves for work' becomes estranged. We lose the balance between what is a profession, what is a passio...