Work, as human power, shouldn’t be sold, it was meant to be shared.
When your effort, your intention, the manifestation of your will is shared somehow, in different scales and kind, then work would be again the realization of ones life.
Not as a duty, not as exchange or bargain, but as contribution, a motion of life’s energy flowing through you, as a creation of your existence.
This doesn’t mean that the creation should necessarily to be outstanding, or great, history material. But even so, it doesn’t seems to be another way than to live it.