You ever woke up wishing you had a talent, whether it is baking, sewing, singing or even refurbishing furniture. It makes you so angry because you feel as if your life is a waste. You work 9-5 miserably because you have to. Doing what you love and getting paid for it is a dream and an internal luxury. Why can’t we all live the dream? I thought life was all about happiness and its pursuit? But they won’t allow me to pursue, I have to work to eat. I realized that I am actually a robot, I am programmed to live this way. They lied to us, and we are forgiving them by working til 70. Then we must live their dream and die already.