The Real Life: Money Money Money (and freelancing)

In this world, living costs money. I graduated from naivety a few days ago, only to walk into a distaste for reality. While freelancing I wondered, "are the articles I am writing about car insurance, Kitchenaid products, and paint drying on walls worth the time?" The answer is no. It's worth money, money that pays for me to live in this day and age. Money to buy Cheetohs, pay loan bills, and, of course, purchase classics tunes like this one:

So, after five hours of existential crises, I went back to freelancing. It had to be done. Really it did. I couldn't live on the side of the street, not because it was impossible, but because it was illegal. I couldn't go live in the woods, because I didn't own any forests. I couldn't even sleep in my car, because we are required to keep up with auto insurance. Auto insurance alone would cost me five to ten freelancing articles. No, living without money is not only frowned upon, it is illegal. I am, for all intensive purposes, tied to the system. That's okay, we all are.

Really, it's okay, we all are.