I hate work myself sometimes, only to find that I lose my identity and sense of self-worth without it.
Without the mundane, repetitive and predictable, how can we appreciate the exciting and varied pleasures of life from time to time?
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I hate work myself sometimes, only to find that I lose my identity and sense of self-worth without it. Without the mundane, repetitive and predictable, how can we appreciate the exciting and varied pleasures of life from time to time?