Think back for a moment on that someone you know who lived a full life. You get the sense, donāt you, that they were on to something. That they had somehow cut through all the noise, and tuned themselves into a signal only they could hear. And they didnāt do this in spite of their work. Rather, they seemed to be doing it through their work. Their loves and their work were inextricably linked.
In their telling, āworkā does not simply mean ājob.ā It is not merely manual or knowledge labor. Instead, āworkā is anything of value they created for someone else.