It is slightly annoying how these words seem to roll out of someone’s tongue so easily.

With people starting to explore other career options, I can’t help but wonder if I should be doing the same thing. After all, I’ve never really imagined myself working in a bank for life, no matter how noble the cause.

There are still days when I just sit by my table and stare blankly at my computer screen, wondering how the hell I ended up here. How the nuances of routine and constant nagging of constant things managed to bring me comfort so assuring that I cannot even recall what brought me here in the first place. How this is not the life I imagined for myself.

I guess that’s what death does to you: it forces you to evaluate everything, set everything in perspective, become pensive enough to see if the life you are living is really the life for you.

I used to say I can live off of pizza, beer and a good book.

Or a typewriter, sheets of paper and sunglasses.

Or wine, cigarettes, chocolates and Shakespeare.

Maybe I should start moving towards what I really want. More importantly, maybe I should start wanting more than what I need.

Oh well. It’s Ponder Thursday for me. How has your week been?