With a sigh and a moan, we submit ourselves to the day of work. The office politics, the mundane made important, the everyday irritations rise up, too. Submitting ourselves to the drudgery for money and a living, we diminish ourselves. Once we've submitted for a number of years we retire to live in the land of wrinkles and fading memories. Our regrets and if-onlys pile up until we're left somehow less. Don't submit. Stop submitting. You've submitted for too long.