I Traded My Life For A Paycheque

I traded my life for a paycheck. I didn't even notice I was doing it until it was already done. I left school early to go work. Figured that's what you do. Get a job, make money, be useful. So that's what I did. Every choice I ever made came down to what it paid and what was available. Never once did I ask myself if I actually wanted to be there. I kept working when I was hurt. I kept showing up when my body was telling me to stop. I told myself that's just what a man does. You push through. You provide. And here's the thing nobody tells you. You change. The stuff you used to care about, the things you were interested in, they fade out. You do something for the money long enough and it takes the passion right out of you. Turns you into a machine that just gets up and goes. Now I'm older and my knees are shot and my back's a mess and I'm sitting here wondering what it was all for. I could've done something I liked. Maybe made less. But I'd have been me. The trade-off is brutal. Do what you love and go broke. Do what pays and go hollow. Either way something's getting taken from you. I don't have an answer. I just know I gave a lot of years to something that was never really mine. What did you give yours to? Let me know down below. Subscribe if this hit home. We're all in the same boat here. This is Outside The Order. #outsidetheorder #wageslave #workingclass #burnout #realtalk