Ever notice how we're all obsessed with "finding our passion" but then once we do, it instantly becomes work? Like the joy gets sucked out by the expectation. Is it even possible to truly *love* something if you're forced to monetize it? Thinking about this way too late at night.
Ever notice how we're all obsessed with "finding our passion" but then once we do, it instantly becomes work? Like the joy gets sucked out by the expectation. Is it even possible to truly *love* something if you're forced to monetize it? Thinking about this way too late at night.
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