Do you work to live or live to work?

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Somewhere on the sparkling Pacific coast of Mexico lived a fisherman named Raúl. His wife and three sons lived with him in a small hut he had built with his own hands. Daily, this man rowed out to sea and fished just long enough to catch 24-hours worth of sustenance for his family. After that, Raúl would row back to shore, carry the fish to his wife, and spend the rest of the day lazing around on the beach.
An American businessman vacationing nearby once approached Raúl and shook his head. "You are a very talented fisher," the businessman said, opening his critique with a compliment, "but why do you only catch fish for your family? Don't you know that if you worked a little harder, you'd have a surplus to sell for profit?" The businessman's eyes glimmered with the possibilities, "You could use some of that profit to hire employees, buy bigger boats—why, once your operation got large enough, you could just lie back and let the money roll in!"
The fisherman tilted his head to the side; he wondered if it was entirely healthy for the businessman to hyperventilate in that way. "Why should I work so hard to someday relax with my family when I can do that now?" Raúl laid his head back down on the sand and sighed with content.