Philosophical Thursday: The Human Need for Meaningful Work
Hey Everyone, Happy Thursday! I hope you’re crushing this week! I wanted to share something I have been thinking about a bit recently: the human need for meaningful work and creative expression. If I recall correctly, several prominent intellectuals have discussed this / written about it. I think I first came across the concept while reading Noam Chomsky, back in my university days… There was an interesting and very cruel Nazi study I read about in Carnegie’s book, “How to Win Friends and Influence People.” He described how, in a concentration camp, the prisoners were made to move a huge pile of dirt every day from one end of the camp to the other. There was absolutely no purpose to this work, and the task was never complete because every day they were forced to move it again. After a while, some of the prisoners became mentally ill and/or suicidal. The meaningless task (likely compounded with everything else in their environment) literally pushed them over the edge into insanity. That got me thinking again about meaningful work, and its essentialism for our mental, emotional and spiritual health. Would you agree with me that having meaningful work is absolutely essential for human beings, and that without it, we are headed for a dark place? Let me tell you a bit of a story… After I graduated high school, I got my first job, as I decided to take at least a year off before going to college. I worked at a nearby car wire harness factory. Being in Canada, the working conditions were certainly decent – it was clean, the employees got quarterly or bi-annual raises, health benefits, even their birthday off paid! Thus, it was much better than factory jobs in many parts of the world… That said, I remember the nihilism in the place, especially amongst the long-term employees. Several of them had that ‘soulless look’ in their eyes, literally, as they’d extend a wire to cut, load a machine, or assemble a harness for the millionth time. There were also plenty of chain smokers, and a large number of people just looked unhappy in general as they ground through day after day, year after year, at that place. My heart wept for them, and for people around the world who are stuck in such jobs.