Get To The Point

What's the point of it all?

I mean, that's the right question, isn't it?

So, what's your answer?

Hmm?

You see, I have a point.

To make.

And to live for.

You work so hard during your youth to maybe get a piece of paper that lets you get another piece of paper and you put those pieces of paper into another piece of paper that shows everything you have accomplished (sorta) and you hand that digital piece of paper to a computer that searches for keywords that you may or may not know are needed to get through the selection process and then if so you get to meet with another human (agentic ai?) who may be a decent person (bot) but in this case holds your future in their hands.

All that to get a job you really don't care about.

Is that the point?

I worked four days a week, eight hour days, during my senior year in college.

All nighters to close deals.

I don't say that to brag, I say that to question what the heck I was thinking.

What was the point?

There's a school of thought that says you have to get tougher.

And only tough times give you growth.

But where's the line between tough times and other people's enrichment of your struggles?

You pay your dues, work your buttocks off, but them hours sure go into someone else's pockets.

Every day, we sacrifice the very best of our kind because of decisions made by those we wouldn't spare a square for on the adjacent can.

That sheet staggers me.

I am a man of peace.

A simple man.

One lucky mug.

I have a point to make.

And I will spend my days trying to get to it.

Oh. Here it is.

Take care of this:

🧠

Take care of this:

❤️

If someone or something get in way, use this:

💪

To peacefully remove yourself from such an environment.

And get to the friggin' point already.