Part of my frustration lately has been mostly pondering about deep pseudo philosophical-esque questions about, cheesily enough, where life is all headed. Why work is frustrating. Sometimes it feels like I'm waiting for something, but I'm not sure what it is now.
I'm guessing this is the real difference between work-life and school-life: school life involves a clear goal, a certain pattern of living, and a certain "destination". Take elementary school. You come in at June, you do school, you wait till the first semestral break, then you do school again, then your destination is summer break, your goal is to pass, rinse, repeat, until you reach your final destination which is to graduate:
graduate
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school blah ---> break ---> school blah ---> summer break
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...but with work, unless you clearly know where you want to end up (and after then, then what?), it seems like an endless cycle of...what?
work---->work---->work---->vacation time--->work---->xmas break--->work
...it just seems to go on and on and on, like you're waiting for something to break the line. To what end? Where? Then what? If you change your job, you just go back to the old thing after awhile.
I guess I'm not really making sense. Ha ha ha. I'm a bad ASCII artist. So sue me.