...you go to bed greeted with a reminder that you must rise early tomorrow to make a living. You try to sleep but something grabs you; a feeling of dissatisfaction, but it’s strangely sentimental. You're frustrated and you're wondering what you did wrong. You hear the ticking sound of the clock and you watch the seconds and minutes going by slowly. You long for something lost in time. You remember that once upon a time, things were prioritized mainly by the way they made you feel...
Maybe one day, you will realize that doing things the right way is the reason why you find yourself struggling your whole life. You worked hard all your life, your possession base grows, you have a successful career and you’re admired by peers...but what for? I wonder if it would still matter in the end...
You wake up the next morning and drive to work with a feeling of misguided direction. When did making a living change from being free, to working and succeeding? You can handle it though…after all these years of doing things the right way.