Many young adults wake at dawn and dress for jobs their parents chose. Mama dreamed of a doctor's white coat, her own dreams left undone. Papa imagined a lawyer's wig; his farm toil too dusty. Friends flock to banks; prestige glimmers brighter than joy. Money calls: "Doctor! Engineer!" Titles dazzle.They leave home heavy. Return heavier. Jobs secured, but souls adrift. Contentment flees. Stress, burnout, and resentment grow silently.Whatever job you choose, as long as it serves society, it should lift, not chain. God gave your fire, not theirs. Happiness in work is not optional. Work consumes most waking hours; it should energize your soul, not stifle it.
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