Hidden Treasures in a Dollar Storm

Sometimes I wonder if all these part-time jobs and late-night shifts are just my way of hoarding little treasures.
No, I don't dream of gold or riches, but there's a strange comfort in imagining a mountain made of coins, echoing years of effort and tiny victories.
It’s silly, maybe, but these fleeting fantasies keep me going through the long days and lonely nights.
Just me and my makeshift fortune amid the chaos of reality.