A true statement about work and also not a very obvious one. How do you know when you are in this prison of your mind? This seems like a Matrix-type scenario to me and it isn’t always so easy to wake up to this realisation. It gets harder when the prison is more nuanced.
One of the toughest prisons in the world resides in a job that you kind of like, you kind of need, you are conditioned to do, and at the end of the year pays you the obligatory 3-5% increase. If you stay, you face a slow death usually caused by equal parts fear and boredom.
And the saddest part? The bars…are in your mind