>>81783674
Ah, there it is. "Dad, it's not the 70s anymore!"

No kidding, Einstein. I don't wake up to disco and black coffee out of a tin cup either. But let me tell you something: soul-crushing work? That's not a new invention. I shoveled gravel in the dead of winter for a boss who thought OSHA was a brand of chewing tobacco. I didn't do it because it was fun-I did it because it meant something.

You think meaning comes from passion? From chasing some perfectly curated dream job with mental health Fridays and beanbag chairs? No, son. Meaning comes from discipline. From showing up. From doing what you said you'd do even when you don't feel like it.

You think you're too good to mop a floor or ring up groceries? Let me tell you-every decent man I ever knew started with a job that felt beneath him. And those jobs? They built him.

So quit waiting for a perfect moment or a cosmic alignment to validate your existence.

You walk into that building, you look the manager in the eye, and you give him a firm handshake, Champ.