The intellect of man is forced to choose
Perfection of the life, or of the work,
And if it take the second must refuse
A heavenly mansion, raging in the dark.
When all that story’s finished, what’s the news?
In luck or out the toil has left its mark:
That old perplexity an empty purse,
Or the day’s vanity, the night’s remorse.
William Butler Yeats, 13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939
- Must we choose between success in life and work?
- Or is it the search for perfection of one or the other that forces the choice?
- Is it possible to simply pursue your passion and not distinguish between what defines “life” and what defines “work”?