Lion Rock at Piha, Waitakere Ranges (10 January 2005)

The perfect job for me is one where I get compensated for anything that I choose to do consciously in my own time.

This means getting compensated for writing an essay on my idea of a perfect job, for taking a hike or climbing a mountain, or for cooking my own food tonight. Wouldn’t it be great if someone out there were willing to give you something in return for being who you are, for simply existing and doing the things you love to do? If I do as much as learn a new sport or gain a new skill, I would be compensated.

But what would the compensation be, and how much? Would it be something tangible, like food or money, or would it be something abstract, like love or fame? How much?

Well, that’s is the problem.

Would getting too little result in unhappiness? Will excessive compensation mean boredom?

That brings us to the issue of employment. The perfect job can only belong to the perfect employer. Now who is this person? Is it a person at all? Is it life? Is it time? Is it be-ing? Is it life? Is it God?

Is it me?

Now that would be a huge problem now wouldn’t it? Because I cannot employ me.

Or can I?

Now that, I believe, is the question.

Dennison Uy
November 2007

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