Over the last 20 some years, I've worked about 12-14 hours a day. While the required work is probably less than 6. When I was young, I sneered at the workaholics and now I've become one. The days, weeks, months and years become a race, on a race track - pushing hard and drive at a furious speed to pass others to gain fame and fortune - without looking at the side window and enjoy the scenery and the people. All in a circle.Even though I am leaving MB, I have accumulated so many future projects that I will be busier than ever. The modest fame and fortune are meaningless to me, yet I can't stop going full speed at 14 hours a day.
Is it a blessing or a curse? I am just too busy to find out. Alas.
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