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Forbes publishes “top jobs,”

and the sport of Googling can easily yield endless lists of “best careers” of any given year,

even those that have yet to come.

These labels are slapped

onto underrepresented fields,

involvement in up-and-coming technology,

consistently needed labor,

and age-old trades, but, with eyes squinted,

it all just looks like “$”.


We’re a generation basing our lives on an unsatisfying and hollow key on a keyboard.

So are we doomed, destined for a life of meaninglessness?

It’s definitely possible if we don’t consciously refuse

that highly contagious disease that we intake willingly,

served on a silver platter.

Sprinkled with lofty salaries,

glazed with the illusions of easy living,

it’s almost impossible to realize

the filling is poison until it’s already been ingested.


Thanks, Princeton Review.


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