the Red Pill Has Made Me

 

Taking the Red Pill Has Made Me Miserable

When Eve ate the forbidden fruit, she got what she wanted. The knowledge of good and evil.

Then she also got the side effects, becoming miserable knowing there was just as much evil as there was good in the world.

I was 5 years into my 6 year undergraduate degree when I gave my opinion on side hustles for the first time.

Not because I didn’t know before then that side hustles existed. After all, my civil servant mother’s string of petty businesses had kept the family afloat when the meagre salary could not.

But the thing was, they had impressed on me that attending university and studying a professional course meant job security and financial stability.

I prided myself on my profession and laughed at the idea of having to chase a side hustle alongside.

Doctors should just be doctors. Lawyers, just lawyers. Nurses should not have to run a hair business, nor engineers moonlight at a call centre just to make ends meet. People should earn a living wage in their profession.

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