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We are all obligated. Whether to memories or mortgages, we slave away.

If the work is right, it justifies itself, and you do it for the joy of doing it. If it work is wrong, you think you're using it as a means to an end. Tell yourself: This grants me money and vacations. You whisper to your work, "I am over you. You serve me." It whispers back,

"Choke."