It is as if everything about who I am, what I identify as has been stripped away and replaced by something manageable. Something that can be commanded and controlled, told what to do. That is what work by definition is. I used to define myself in a certain way. As a devotee of truth, a lover of wisdom. But what is wisdom, if not experience accompanying correct knowledge? And have I not gained that? Some people like to insist upon happiness being the ultimate goal to living. And once I believed that too. But now I know the truth. Everything has a price.