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Efficiency runs on Burnout

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  Efficiency runs on Burnout The biggest misconception isn’t the pursuit of paradise; it’s the belief that constant convenience and perfect order come without pain.  When you push through exhaustion in silence,   When you distance yourself emotionally,   When the lonely effort of performing is celebrated,   Beware of the trap of striving for efficiency every single day Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via  Blogger , YouTube , Flicker , Facebook , Instagram and Deviant Art .  Subscribe to JJFBbennett's private FB hub:  https://www.facebook.com/share/g/18ythpSXPZ/ You can subscribe to my music via  YouTube Music , Spotify , iTunes, Apple Music and Soundcloud To support my art, feel free to donate via JJFBbennett through PayPal    If you want to acquire JJFB's art creations as an NFT - John's Opensea NFT pro...
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Q Exits

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Multiple Corridor Exits
Two exits. Three pathways.

As I walked down the corridor of the motel, I couldn't shake the feeling of being lost and disoriented. The fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting meaningless shadows on the dingy walls. I had been walking for what felt like hours, but every door looked the same, and I couldn't find my room.

As I turned a corner, I thought I saw a glimmer of hope. A sign that said "Exit" hung from the ceiling, but as I approached it, I realized it was just a trick of the light. It pointed to multiple other doors, just like all the others.


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