Work grinds the dreams of many. The cycle of boring jobs begs the question: What should we do with our life?
Yet we run into the next occupation, thinking that it could be the defining one. But it too fails to shape us.
If a job shapes our identity, we damn well should make sure we take on something we care about. Otherwise, the invisible wall is always there, wanting, waiting, to frustrate the dreamer into a perpetual struggle.