The day job is done. For almost seven years it was an easy way to make an honest living. I've hated it at times of course, had some fun now and then and was ever grateful for the paychecks, benefits and paid holidays. It was easy, safe and boring work. No alarms and no surprises. A steady live slowly driving me insane. Today I reassured my supervisors that I will be back next year. Sure, I'll be back (but only if all else fails).
My final departure turned out just like my work presence; uneventful and largely unnoticed. A few colleagues took the time for a handshake and goodbyes. Then I got in my car and drove away. I strangled the brain dead dodo on my way home. I'm out. I'm free.
Fuck, yeah! I'm out! I'm free! Out of the rat race! Away with the way of the dodo! I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
No more underachieving and hiding from life in front of the TV. I'll be gone in 5 days… Real gone. Heading to India, at last. It's been over a decade since this idea first crossed my mind. I was eating felafel, late at night on the beach front boulevard in Tel Aviv, together with an Italian girl. I was madly in love with her. We had spend a few weeks drifting through the Middle East together. The next day she would fly back to Rome and I was to return to Brussels. Plans were made to meet again soon for a big journey through India…
Her Facebook profile tells me that she's married with children now. Me, I'm still dreaming about India. Still yearning for the road, still looking for beauty, searching for wisdom and hoping to find my place in the sun.
I don't need a wife or kids or a cosy family. I feel like I've already won. I've got the balls to walk away from this golden cage, dust off an old dream and get going. That's all I ever wanted. That's all I need.
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