Work.

Work. Toxic capitalism. Shackled to a desk 40+ hours a week. Unsuccessful because I don’t enjoy it. Because I don’t pretend to. Because I have not mastered the art of bullshitting. I don’t care to be an alpha. I don’t care about any job for the sake of working for money. The number one regret of people on their deathbed is working too much. Not investing more time in their relationship. But no one can stop the hamster wheel. My life is work. And having to work makes it 100 times worse.