Much in line with my last post, I have been feeling quite dissatisfied lately. I wonder what life is supposed to be, and why I am so unhappy simply being content, living The American Dream. Is there nothing more? We’re we born to simply work our days away, constantly counting down until that next weekend finally arrives?
A gloomy outlook, I know. I have never been known to be much of an optimist, but think about it. What is life about, and what do you actually spend your life doing? Do you spend it doing the things you want to do? I would be willing to bet that for the average person, the answer to that question is no. Even if you love your job, given an option of going to work, or spending the day doing something else you enjoy, who would choose work?