Completely worthless, after a lifetime of back-breaking work. Old, weak, and spent. Too much of a liability, year after year of monotony, decades of weekends with friends and family lost. Now considered a drain on the economy. Pensions whittled away slowly. Promises broken, crumbling relationships. Work hard, but remember what we're working for.
Do we need to stretch ourselves so thin for something we don't enjoy? Can we be happy with less? Can we make do with what we have? Can we trade a few comforts for the things that matter more? Or are we bound to be stuck in this cycle of debt payments, forgotten objects, forgotten dreams, a loss of wonder, and continuous apathy?
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