At the end of it all, we're all dead. Yet, we try to live our entire lives living every moment safely.
You're stuck in a 9-5 you loathe. It pays good money. So? How old are you? 22? 25? 30? Till when are you going to work? 55-60? And you think quitting and being jobless for a while is the worst thing you could do? Think again...
By the time you retire, having spent at most one month each year enjoying yourself by experiencing new things (maybe), and visiting hitherto unseen places on the planet (maybe), you'll realize what you've frittered away. The best 15-20 years of your life, when you're most able, most resilient physically, most self-dependent; lost in the fear of having lesser money than your peers in a year's time. How old are you again? Yeah, that's right.
Life comes once (at least to those of us who won't remember this life in another birth... if such a thing is possible). Live it. Ditch the job that you dread going to every Sunday evening. Take three months off. Take six months off. Hell, take a year off. Travel; explore the country; the planet. Find out what you love doing. Then figure out how to do it for the rest of your able existence.
Stop complaining. Starting now.
(Time for me to go think of doing that now. :P)
