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Selling Your Soul to the Almighty Dollar?

Screw That, Money Ain't Got Sh*t on Life

Life's a twisted little btch, ain't it? Always shoving us into situations where we gotta choose between our gut screaming "hell no" and bending over for that sweet, sweet paycheck. It's survival, fame, the whole damn American Dream package– and way too often, it means selling chunks of ourselves just to see another damn sunrise. Not some airy-fairy poetry, folks, this sht is real.

Time: The Currency You Can't Buy Back

We all hustlin', swapping our hours for those greenbacks. It's supposed to be short-term, right? Grind now, kick back later. But that "later" turns into quicksand. Suddenly, years blew by, the kids are all grown, and you're a rich a-hole with no memories worth a damn.

Who the Hell Are You, Anyway?

Take away the fancy job title, the LinkedIn flex, and the dough – what's left? Bet half of us wouldn't recognise ourselves. We become our damn bank accounts, walking dollar signs instead of real-ass people. That's not a life, that's a horror movie about sellin' your soul to the corporate devil.

Compromise is the Devil's Handshake

Ever felt that bone-deep wrongness but took the gig anyway? Worked with those soul-sucking corporate vampires? We bend and bend, swearin' it's a one-time thing, until the next check. One day, you look at the stranger in the mirror and wonder how the hell your morals took a nosedive for some extra cash.

Networking is Dead, Transactions Rule

Remember those things called friends? Yeah, about that... too busy chasing numbers to bother with human beings. Now we got contacts, not connections. It's a sad-ass world when your phone's fatter than your circle of actual give-a-damn buddies.

So, What's It All Cost?

Plain and simple, we're bartering away life itself. Not cash, not numbers on a screen – life. Laughter, screw-ups, messy, beautiful, damn-well-worth-it life.

Screw the Rat Race

This ain't some hippie manifesto about quitting your job (unless you really hate it, then go for it). It's time to remember what the f*ck matters. Make enough to live, then choose to actually LIVE. Time off is for enjoying, not emailing. Vacations are for taking, not dreaming about. Screw being rich – be alive.

You Can't Take It With You...

Think you're being smart? Take a walk through a graveyard, genius. See any stock portfolios on those tombstones? Nope. But you might see some faded photos and a whole lotta wasted time. Money's a tool, not a life preserver.

The Choice is Yours, So Choose Wisely

Hey, I get it, life ain't all sunshine and puppies. But every damn morning you can decide – are you gonna be a person or a walking price tag? Find a balance that doesn't leave you soulless. Because at the end, it ain't the yacht or private jet that'll make you smile, it's the memories you built along the way.

So, here's to flipping the bird to the endless chase for more. Here's to living, not just existing. Hell, raise a middle finger to the Almighty Dollar while you're at it. Some things are just damn well priceless. I AM PRICELESS- SO YOU ARE TOO !!!

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