more than a question, this is just something that popped in my mind after taking a week off work already, a week without work means free time to hate the job you have, but in my case more than that I’ve been thinking about my childhood, my parents, my extended family, our holidays together, how insignificant we humans are, how fragile and short life is, how fast time goes by and how much I don’t want to work.

I guess this is cliche, but when I had to work I didn’t question my job this much, didn’t think about my childhood or my dreams, I simply wanted to get the job done, go home, eat and disconnect till the next day. I was like a machine, or a moron.

I’ll be a moron again when I have to work again. I don’t want to work.

It’s like I’m a different person when I’m not working.

Is this dangerous? People too busy with work don’t think like this.

I want to write poetry, lay on the sun in summer, listen to the cicadas, eat oranges and apples, listen to relaxing music. I want to play the guitar.