Monday.
You put on your face. Sit in traffic.
Chew a cold breakfast made of someone else’s expectations.
And head back to the place where dreams go to die.
You good with that? Really?
Who will you be in 10 years?
Another office zombie in a tie?
Or the one who broke the system and built something of their own?
The choice is already being made.
It’s you — or it’s made for you.