I cant help but to write things, Ive come to the realisation that i only work to survive. I get up 05.30am get home 6pm and then its rush to make food and maybe get 1 or 2 hours for some me time.
I used to dream of making enough to get a little cottage somewhere in a forest. To be able to “return to nature” grow my own crops and all that.
But the longer im in this dreadful soulcrushing cycle of working just to exist the further away the dream seems to be.
Sadly i cant really complain on my job, i know i got it better than many, A manager that does care, good coworkers and a decent paycheck. But its just the closer i get to my dream the more i haye my non existing life and question if my sacrifice is worth it..