I wake up every morning without fail, wondering if the work I’m doing is even worth the time and effort. If you applied the principles of economics you’ll find that it’s maximum input producing minimum output. I see little point in it. Just for some crazy idea born in the midst of hurrahs, plagued by a series of systematic mismanagement, structural failures and unfortunate tragedies. It’s a constant struggle. It feels even worse to struggle alone. Sometimes I wonder if I can be like Jonah and run away from this mental prison and from everything.
If only there’s a fish to swallow me up for good.
Okay, back to the harsh reality.
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