I woke up this morning with a profound feeling of discontentment. Now, I know that’s nothing new as I tend to wake up every morning with a general disgruntlement to the universe and my place in it - this tends to be due to my waking up in the morning. No, this was something more evil in its mundane-ness.

I got dressed and started to walk to the door and thought “Is this my life? This is what I’m going to be doing forever?” I wake up ridiculously early and go to a place I don’t much care for to do stuff that’s not overly interesting for the greater part of my day. Granted, when you put it into perspective, I’ve been doing that for about 25 years now… Elementary School…High School…College. But now it’s a little different. While school offered a variance of stimulation (new classes, new teachers, new students), this is…static. I go to the same office, sit in the same cubicle, stare at the same computer, listening to the same music, and wishing I was the same not here.

This is not new - people have been hating their jobs for centuries. Television networks and movie studios alike have made billions of dollars from the premise. I just…felt it this morning. And I knew I would. I always grow out of my surroundings like that. I get bored with the monotony very quickly because I can see the pattern of it and see into the future of it.

And it’s not as if I’m thinking there’s just something else I’d rather be doing. Frankly, I’m sure no matter what I do I’d become bored quickly at the repetative nature of it all… Honestly, I just don’t want to have to do anything.
I just want the freedom to do as I will, when I will…
I want to no longer have my actions dictated or restricted by money.

…basically, I’m tired of waking up early…