I guess I’m kinda Marxist

 Things are so complex that it’s common to resort to brash and comfortable conclusions. I feel as though I have been programmed to find safety and sustenance in the material world. 

‘You must find a full-time job’ lest you become or stay broke.

It is undeniable, that money is important and that it indeed can make you feel satisfied.

For me though, committing to full time work in a place where my values and individuality aren’t appreciated is just a no-go.

Though I find myself endlessly applying to jobs when I don’t feel emotionally safe. 

I’ve been living in fight or flight for the past couple of years and it’s ironic that the socially branded saviour of a corporate job is just not good for my well-being.

But hey it’s what we are taught right? Sabotage your well-being for the material….

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