I’m twenty-four and I’ve been a lawyer for barely two years, but sometimes I stare at the contracts, the endless boilerplate, and I just feel… *rage*. Is this it? Is this what I earned after those hellish years, after the discipline I hammered into myself just to get *here*? I see my peers, talking about their passions, their *callings*, and I wonder if I only ever pursued this because it promised a big salary and a corner office — something concrete, something you could hold onto when everything else felt like shifting sand. (It certainly wasn't about "justice" or anything so noble.) God, I just feel like I've wasted so much, fought so hard, just to end up feeling so hollow.