There's something unsettling about it—watching someone grind through an $11/hour shift, only to turn right around and drop that entire hour's earnings on a single large coffee. Just gone. One hour of their life, condensed into one beverage. It's not really about the coffee, though. It's about never questioning the equation itself. The moment you accept that sixty minutes of your existence equals one cup? That's the trap. You stop seeing your time as expandable, as something that could compound, could build. You just... spend it. Hour after hour, wage after wage, always trading time for the exact same value you just consumed. And somewhere in that cycle, the opportunity to think bigger gets lost.