It seems music is my only solace in a world where I work in a fluorescent cube surrounded by men who are motivated by simply money and where there may be more.
There is more right?
I stare in to the blank screen I pretend to accomplish the minimum to get by and I feel a failure for barely succeeding at a job I don’t want to succeed in. Surpassed by the feeling that a career is something that lasts the rest of my life. In my 29th year I no longer want to waste time. I no longer want to put effort in to something that is not putting me closer to what I want to be doing. What is the worst that could happen?
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