Job, the three letter word that literally sends blood pressure soaring through, for some finding one is a pain in the ass to deal with and for some surviving the ordeal of performing it is, the percentage of people who end up loving what they do, happens to be similar to that of cancer survivors, anyways there isn't a realistic solution to this problem, as everybody is forced to find a mode of revenue that could take care of ones expenses, there are a faction of people who would go great lengths in-terms of the amount of man hours invested in butt slogging to get to where they want, it maybe an appraisal, a promotion or in plain sight to make sure that they don’t evict his/her ass out of the very chair he/she sits, on the hindsight who is the real benefactor take a moment to think this over and if you still feel that it is you, then maybe you are the lamest dumb-ass if there ever was one, the organisation doesn't give a damn about who you are or at the end of the day wouldn't even recall what your name was or that you ever served it, as far as they know, you are a perishable commodity, drain every last ounce of productivity out of you and when they find nothing left, they just discard you and find a replacement, all that you will be left with is a story to tell about your ordeal and nobody would give a jack shit about it, they don’t award you with a silver cross pinned across your chest, even the men who receive it know its just some pacifier handed over to them to keep their morale high and that they contributed in something worthwhile, which is take another man’s life stating he is an enemy, a fellow soldier, whom he has never met in his entire, who has a family back home like him and the reason provided is that he hails from an enemy state, now that’s the hallucination patriotism provides you with, it provides you with a reason to uphold insanity, so at the end of the day no matter what you do, no matter how well you do, do care to give a damn about yourself putting your ass on line of fire because at the end of the day, it doesn't matter how well you lived your life, what does matter is that, was it a life well lived….
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