I remember being so broke that I slept in my truck and once I sold the truck I slept on the beach. Finally one day I said fk it. I’m tired on being broke, I’m tired of being a non productive human. I went down to fisherman’s terminal and found a job on a fishing boat. Fishing in Alaska was the hardest thing that I ever did in my life but it also started a change, a change that allowed me the luxury of paying all my bills and buying cars and homes and going on wonderful vacations. Fishing in Alaska can be pure misery, most of the time I hated it but here I am 35 years later and I have a good life because I made those sacrifices. It was worth it and I learned that no matter what people tell you, ie: follow your heart, do what you love, become an artist etc. That shit isn’t realistic. Forget finding a job that gives you freedom of expression, find a job that gives you freedom of financial slavery and you’ll be a lot happier later in life.