Have you ever left your job/sòavery to do something worthy in your life, just to be accused by everyone to be a ridiculously picky young with no will of working?

Well, on one hand, yes: I am picky. But guess what? Everyone should be picky. This our only life, there's no turning back, no saving point, no restart-button.
You may have done an "evaluation error" and ended up studying 5 years for a job that kills you, but this does not mean that you cannot fix that error and take a new path.
Something that does not make you wish to die during the night just to avoid waking up and go to work again, maybe.

But on the other hand, no: I'm everything but lazy. Since I left engineering I spent all the days of my life trying to build something that was mine.
I learnt new stuff, dealt with bureaouioioacracy, perfected my skills, tried 4 new careers, looked for customers worldwide. I work 24/7 to pursue my passion and follow my moral compass.
Lazyness, I don't know what this word mean.

It makes me furious to be judged badly by those fucking old generations, the ones who literally turned society to an unlivable crap.
I mean, I'm trying everything to improve this world with my skills. First I did it as an engineer, I suggested new ways to make the workflow smooth and products more reliable. I was fired.
Then I wanted to be an artisan. Looked for some workshop, offered my help to learn the job and bring in my up-to-date knowledge in it. None wanted apprentices. "There's no job" they said me with a month-long queue of orders.
Now that I am an artist I'm trying to bring back the old good habit to make everyday objects unique and appealing. Because there are hundreds of products around us that could look good with no additional costs. Books, food boxes, bottle labels, even that small creepy tile pattern on you clothing. I looked for customers, offered them my hands for low prices at first, Nothing. So I offered them my work FOR FREE. Guess what? Most of them didn't even reply to me with a fucking "thanks, we're not interested". The only people who actually pay and appreciate my job, is you and I am so thanksful to all of you for this.

But at this point, I feel like it does not metter how much effort I put into everything I do.
Out of here I always hit closed door, and who shut them is the same generation who keep telling my I'm a lazy and picky shit.

I am not accepting this. Never. You ruined this world, I try to fix it by exiting slavery and showing that a job doesn't have to be a torture. That quality is better then quantity. That living a worthy life is most important than making money.
Though this is making me more and more tired everyday. Though sadness burns my heart from inside.