Every morning you wake up. You look over at your desk and notice that the ashtray is overflowing again and the curdled milk from last weeks cereal is starting to smell. You grab some coffee and make a little room to put down your cup. You start your daily grind. Churning out articles, editing photos, designing websites, making graphics, editing video. You know, freelancing.

To pursue every dream in your heart.

It only appears to be greener.