What do we work for?

I am quietly sitting at my desk, searching in the darkness for the reason why I dedicate much of my life to realizing other people’s dreams, goals, and ambitions. It seems odd to me that I must satisfy someone else’s desires in order to facilitate my own.

I can’t form intellegent enough thoughts to describe what I want to tell you.

I want to live EVERY DAY.
I have the right to live EVERY DAY.
I will live EVERY DAY.

Maybe I can facilitate my dreams by facilitating my dreams.

And live EVERY DAY