"I don't dream of labour" Fully get where you're coming from but I do
I dream of labour that's rewarding, satisfying and voluntary. Where I can set my own limits and, if I'm hurt or harmed or drained by the work, can freely choose whether to stop or continue. Where I reap the benefits - practical, emotional, spiritual, physical - and where I understand what I'm doing it for.
Some of the greatest satisfaction I've got is from labour. I am so happy when I'm digging or building something or helping move heavy furniture or painting a wall or writing an article or planning a project. Even if it needs doing, I get something from it - I eat so I don't starve but god do I love cooking. Even if I'm not having fun doing it, it's satisfying to step back and see how my work has helped make something better. I hate cleaning but I'm so happy when I've cleaned something really dirty, or worked through someone's messy house and got to see them feel good about it. I don't love getting charged by cops or arguing with management but I'm satisfied by knowing that what I did was work worth doing.
I fucking love labour. Some of my favourite things are labour.
But I don't dream of being abused. I don't dream of doing the same thing every day on pain of starvation or death. I don't dream of crocking my body and being unable to stop working. I don't dream of exhaustion and I don't dream of hopelessness and I don't dream of work for work's sake that benefits me nothing. I don't dream of alienation.