My shallow life of whining about gyms, aging knees and the regiments of the corporate world is me being childish and selfish. I cannot whine and give up just because it's tiring and boring...I have no luxury to doubt whether this job is truly my passion, it does pay the bills -- straight, cold and flat as that, I need the job. My thirst for freedom and nomadic adventures will have to wait until I retire for I cannot gamble away my stability for anything uncertain... and that is not an original thought, everyone knows about it! That when it comes to stability and security it is often the boring, sad part of life... I'm just talking about jobs here and not relationships, don't get me wrong there!
It's just now that I've pondered about it quite a bit long, for like 2 hours ...hehe that long, about how many passions do I have to actually turn into jobs and won't be bored about it in the future? I'm always excited and anxious to start something new, but give it five years and I'm already out there whining and cursing! I may be the rock that has gathered no moss for moving about ... But maybe that's because I'm tumbling on in search for a greener pasture! I never want to stop looking for something else to do, when I get to be good at doing something familiar to me. why?why?why?
O why?
Yet again, I have no such luxury to doubt.
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It is always more exciting somehow to start something new.
However, as the time has gone by, I think that there is a tremendous amount of satisfaction to finish things and maybe follow things through!
Nuts in May
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