It didn’t take long for me to realize that my dream car wasn’t an icon of wealth, but a parasite that fed on my freedom. I hated my job, it was stressful, and it drained my energy, leaving my entrepreneurial dreams tethered. I couldn’t quit. I had responsibilities: car payments, gas, and insurance. Because of my obligations to “stuff,” I had sentenced myself to imprisonment in a job I loathed. Yet, this type of servitude is normal. We’re taught to strive for the latest and greatest regardless of consequence. It leaves us indentured for years, condemning us to lifestyle
