Work and life.

Neither of them ever end, really. Does this make them the same? Maybe. Does this make them equal? Not really. Does this make them identical? In many ways, yes. Relentless are the motions of progress found in both work and life. We always answer to someone or something, wanting to occasionally take a break and never really feeling like we get paid quite enough for all we do. Sometimes, it seems that more than any action of our own doing, it chooses us... whether by design or happenstance, the work and life will always run closely together, friends in their own causes, separate but similar, always reminding us that we can only do anything we do because of them. Thanks, guys. I'm sure you don't hear the gratitude enough.