YB, a great topic indeed! I posted an original poem earlier on this and will do so again...It sums up my thoughts on the whole issue (but hey, I love my job though...In better words, I love the commodities and services my job helps me buy. LOLs):
http://www.sajha.com/sajha/html/OpenThread.cfm?forum=4&ThreadID=60966
Molded: An Ode To Our Parents/Guardians (The Ones Who For Us Delve)
Ah, all our human lives spent being cast and molded to fit in
A plaster applied to an unfinished product camoflaging itself
Nothing so much that we ask for ourselves from within
But brought about solely by the ones who on our behalf delve
Society's sublime dreams and hopes for us rings all abound
Identity lost in making us aim for being a lowly 9 to 5 wage slave
A trait that has not a single vitue I could tell with one noun
But we do it willingly enamored of the ones who on our behalf delve
A life pursuing contentment for an elusive "happy" retirement time
Periods in universties for four years or more, school for twelve
Solely paths to dreams, conforming and bringing the free-spirit in line
All silently being witnessed by the ones who on our behalf delve
And when our life's work is done, in a phase we call "happily" retired
In retrospect, a hundred things you wished for but never into did dwelve
Millions you've accumulated; plain paper unable to buy all that transpired
Crying and in hate, you blame the ones who on your behalf did delve
Samsara's Mood: Wanting to be a Bar-Tender instead of a Banker...They say bar-tenders get the hottest chicks