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Traveling to new places, having sex, exploring a new cuisine, going to a concert, hiking in nature, all of those things and a billion more you're surely familiar with, and you won't find them universally as part of this one particular job. Work is fine, but doing nothing but work which is what Elizabeth's life seemingly alludes to, means you're missing out on all of the above. If you truly love life that way, so be it, to each their own, but for the vast majority of people life's desires are much less lopsided and there's a much bigger desire for a different balance. And that doesn't mean you have to hate your job. I like my work, I also like going home. Liking just working is like eating just bread n cheese and nothing else. I quite like it but I'm quite happy to eat other things, too. Most of those people would even go so far as to liken a love for work and nothing but work, at all, as a sign of some kind of addiction. Can it be genuine love for a life spent just working? Well yes, absolutely, but knowing nothing else, I'd definitely be inclined to assume that a person who works, does nothing but work, is probably not fully aware of the richness that life outside of work offers, is scared or intimidated by it (it's easy to say no to love, or friends, or family, if it hurt you in the past, or say no to sports if you don't feel you fit in), or is somehow addicted to work in a way that's not completely free. Again, exceptions can exist, but those are reasonable assumptions when talking about such an extreme case of someone working and doing nothing but working for many years on end and no intention of stopping. |