What should our tombstones read?

How does our relationship with productivity and laziness seep and embed itself into our self-esteem? Instagram feels like LinkedIn, and that's cool, but it reinforces a culture I'm not fond of. People put their career title in their Instagram bio. People often define who they are by what they do, but that's untrue. It's how they earn money. On occasion when earning the money is the only goal how you earn it could be the antithesis of your values or passion. There's a linkage between money and respect. You receive more admiration and patience; people perceive you as more desirable based on what you do, and we've decided that what you do dictates who you are, but not even in terms of actions or behaviors. 
It should make sense that what you do represents who you are. Yet, I think your career only displays one facet of you. I saw somewhere that it is very common that serial killers typically have occupations that involve cutting. I thought about how there must be killers out here holding scaples. People who may or may not juggle between saving a life and ending a person's journey, slicing their livelihood, and cutting their career short (no pun intended). These "lifesavers" get something out of that too. That something rests between financial compensation or some sort of spiritual juice, but nonetheless, they’re delighted in the end. It is simple to conceptualize how career/educational accomplishments become our identity. It's all about the time we’ve devoted. I sympathize, I can't fathom cleaning dozens of crappy dipers or working 48-hour shifts, planning a wedding. I’m certain that oppression would weave itself into my persona. I'm trying to discern if we share titles to express who we are or display ourselves as worthy of respect and sympathy. Regardless, there's a sort of negligence in other areas. Where do we get to account for the hours dedicated to bettering oneself, helping others, and creating a magnum opus? What arena holds that game? Why even label it a game when this sort of sport lacks a fanbase? When was the last time someone impressed you because of something they did that truly revealed who they were and not what their schedule says? Who we claim to be shouldn't be etched into our tombstones or labeled above our ashes. Who we are will continue to speak after we can't. 

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