Ask yourself what you would do with your life if everyone who depended on you died tomorrow? Now go do that. Aspire to be that. You were not put on this earth to light yourself on fire to keep others warm, nor will anyone reward you for your sacrifice. They won’t even acknowledge it was a sacrifice at all. It was simply what they expected of you. And If you think being the best plow horse for a lifetime will get you that nice, warm stable as a reward in the end, you’re in for a rude awakening. Horses that no longer plow are sent to the glue factory.
