I don't love my job. I didn't love my last job either.
I've never come to a realization where I stopped and told myself I love what I do. Sometimes I could say it's fine but I never liked any of it that much. I always have this thing what I like about it but not like it as a whole. It may be a little thing for others but not for me. It's like working for money, not passion. I wish I'd find it. I wish someday I'd come across that job and live with it. I wish someday that realization will come to kick me in my guts. I'd be very happy then. Very.
I wish that someday will come.
If not, then... will this life get any better?
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Shine down on me.
Or just come and get me.
Both will be fine.
-men.
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