[ SECRET POST #7082 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #7082 ⌋

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[(Anonymous)]

For a long ass time I thought there was something wrong with me because I hated work and I knew my "dream job" would never be a viable option in terms of having a job I would love to get paid to do and live a comfortable life doing it. Which was/is to be a fiction writer. Then I learned that living to work and finding purpose through a career weren't the purpose to life.

It's OK to dream of not working. To not want to spend time doing labor of some kind. Real life dictates I have to work to afford to live, but it's OK to treat work as work and not revolve my life or identity around my job.

I have my hobbies and friends that fulfill my life, and I have a job that pays me well enough to get by and have some comfort. My job is manageable. Not a "passion" but it's challenging enough that I don't hate or resent the job. I feel like I have a fairly decent work/life balance.

Living in a capitalistic world, it's hard to escape the whole "life is work, now grind in order to have purpose!" culture that we're inundated with.