My dear,
There you are. Working a meaningless job because chasing after your dreams, and something meaningful, will cause you to starve on occasion.
You are going to let the fear of poverty govern your life and your reward will be that you will eat, but you will not live.
This job, filled with no purpose, that you have chosen just because your tummy is full, will not fill your soul.
And I pray you leave it before it’s too late.
Falsely yours,
George Bernard Shaw
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