The working life is occasionally a chore. Not that I don’t enjoy what I’m doing at work but I quite dislike the routine of getting up early just after sunrise, heading to work, and coming back home only when the sun is setting. On weekdays, I’d already be spending most of my waking hours in the office, leaving only 3 to 4 hours at the end of the day for myself. Therefore, as much as possible, I’d prefer to knock off on-time if there’s nothing that requires urgent attention.
To start, I’m never a morning person to begin with. So asking me to wake up every morning at sunrise is a tall order. Coupled with long travelling times, it feels a drag to get up and go to work. Sure it’s a disciplined way of life but it does get stale after a while; and eventually, my weekdays become dictated by my working hours. Hence, the sanctity of weekends where I’m not bound by stipulated timings that regulate my life.
Honestly, it’s hard for me to imagine living out the next 30 to 40 years of my life like this – repeating this cycle week in week out. Perhaps I don’t love my job enough yet and that’s why I’m feeling this way. It might get better over time when I get used to it but ultimately, to many, life as a corporate drone is probably just a means to an end; their current job a cause they find worthy enough to sacrifice their personal time for.
In reality, work-life balance seldom exists on a 50-50 level; mostly, it’s about 70-30. The best jobs in the world though are those that meld work and passion where the line separating work and play is blurred. But for practical reasons or otherwise, not many including myself get to live out their passions. And that is why I always tell myself to find a job which I don’t dread going to because waking up and getting there is already hard enough.
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