Ever since I joined the league of those people who earn, I must say times flies by and I have no recollection of it. I mean, weeks go by, and all I do is wake up- go to work – come back and fall asleep in front of the TV.
I am a being passionate about reading and writing. But even since the meteorite of office culture hit me, I hardly have thought of touching my bookshelf or checking my blog. How should I expiate this is beyond me?! I do enjoy my work, but I am slowly killing the passion which truly drives me. Which has kept me going. A book in the hand and coffee in the other is my idea of perfection. But somehow , being a corporate slave makes me think I am standing on a highway and times passes like one of the movie scenes of The Fast and the Furious with Toretto driving like the wind.
Occasionally partying does let me get the edge off, but not as mush as the pure bliss which I get when I do what I ardently love- READ. The guilt has been eating me from inside. How do I expiate it, please let me know. And for all this who work, remember:
“All work and no play, will make you a pathetic corporate slave. “