As I took an day off from work and sat down to ponder upon the workings of my daily life, a strange feeling crept on me. I think it was part my existential angst and part all the tension that has built up following the app process. I felt the need to do something, shout out from the roof tops or take a hike to some mountain. It felt as if the days were moving very slow and somehow I had no clue how I arrived here.
As i reminisced about work i felt a queer sense of joy, the days when i was a ravaged maniac, trying to squeeze out minutes from every possible thing i did. In my current assignment things are smooth, no hectic schedules to keep up with or arguments over the right approach. Don't mistake me for one of those people who work all the time. I enjoy my free time as much if not more than the person next to me but when i am at work i like to work like there is no tomorrow or yesterday. As a matter of fact, when many of my friends who told me the days they lazed out at work, i thought wow that would be entertaining. How wrong was that notion?
Two years have gone by since i started working. Have these two years been great? You bet on it, they have been some of the best times. Still, i have no clue what i would be doing for the next 10 minutes, given the freedom from the society and culture. Probably i might take to travelling or music, but mostly i would be writing all the while. As i sat through and pondered i could only remember those famous words by andy from shawshank - "It comes down to a choice really. Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying"
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