Work isn't to make money; you work to justify life.

Work proves you're alive

Most of us are taught that work exists to pay bills—a straightforward transaction between labor and paycheck. But Chagall is pointing at something deeper: the human need to matter, to contribute, to prove we're not just consuming oxygen and space. Work is where we find purpose. Without it, we don't just lose income; we lose a fundamental way of understanding ourselves.

This becomes obvious when you watch someone retire and suddenly lose direction, or when unemployment feels less like freedom and more like erasure. Even people with plenty of money often can't stop working because the money was never really the point. What they're actually after is the feeling of being needed, of making something happen that wouldn't happen without them.

The tricky part is that this doesn't mean you need to love every task or grind yourself to exhaustion. It means finding work—paid or otherwise—that lets you feel like you're building something real, even if it's small. A parent raising kids, someone mastering a craft, a person volunteering somewhere they believe in: they're all doing what Chagall meant. They're justifying being alive by doing something that matters beyond themselves.