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In a somewhat general term we can divide life into 3 parts based on time spent doing things. The first 1/3 of life is spent sleeping. We sleep 8 hours a day (or so) and that means we spend 1/3 of our life doing it, right? The second 1/3 of our life is spent working, because we generally spend 8 hours a day doing it. The last 1/3 of our life is spent living, and I’ve definately talked about that a bit already.

This thing we do for 1/3 of our lives is something that I think about regularly. I have at some points in my life both hated and loved my work. I think that I am currently on the hate side of things, but not too much. It makes sense to me that if you are going to do something for 1/3 of your life, you should like what you are doing, right?

Then why do so many people hate their jobs? Why are so many people only going to work, because they have absolutely no other choice?

One reason I can think of is that people might be doing a job just to get by or learn a skill that will prepare them for a job they know that they will do later. I’m guessing this is what stage of my career I am in now. It kinda sucks, but you think every day you know this will end at some point and you are a better person for it, so you muddle through.

Another reason is if you are doing it because you have to support your family and all. This one to me is total bull if it goes on very long at all. There are always good jobs, you just have to find them and that doesnt happen by not looking.

The last reason is that you have some kind of addiction or problem and you just do it because you know you can get away with the things you need to and make a living. This sucks, but I see it happen quite a lot.

So you have this thing you have to go do for 1/3 of your life at least and I just cant get the thought out of my mind that this should not be a horrible thing. Not at all.

You know what amazes me even more? That there are so many people living life (unhappily for the most part) that have no dreams what-so-ever! How can you not want to think that there may someday be an end to everything around you that is bad and you may be able to find the one thing that truly makes you feel like the smart, intelligent, productive person you are?

I have had a dream, but it was squashed by the two people I thought would help me make it happen the most. That hurt bad, and I never really thought I would recover from it, but I have. A new dream has come to mind, and I can’t wait to make it happen. I have no idea how it will, but I didn’t the last time either. Some how, some way, it will happen. It will happen because I can make it happen.

Do you have a dream? If so, good. If not, why?