Profession

What makes something professional is that it’s expensive, considered, and standardized. Such is the predicament of the professional artist, writer, singer, actor, or person that deeply hopes to make such activities their “job” when the act of doing them rarely, if ever, moves the needle of capital.

Yet the allure of a profession divorced from the need to produce, communicate, sell, and transport products at scale continues to endure.

A day spent writing the next chapter of one’s life, painting a representation of one’s interiority, singing one’s song in the shower and pretending to be anyone but one’s self seems not far off from a perfect day.

Professional work continues to move ships. But the days of not doing, of not professing anything at all, is what brings life to life.