But why was society, which was a complete bluff if you think about it, the iron shackle that restricted regular people from their true calling? They had it easy with choices like artist, baker, and musician and so on? Try being an assassin!
Why did they need a disaster to be their true selves? Why does anyone have to experience a catastrophe to finally cast off their 9 to 5 and take up playing bass, or painting?
Sure, they’d be broke but they’d be happy. Or at least fulfilled!
This change now just so happens to suit my once shunned profession perfectly. I’d be famous… if only all of the potential customers weren’t dead!
Another cruel twist of fate.