Dreaming of beaches and tea

Sometimes I wonder, what am I doing, really? Why am I in an office doing work, why did I choose to work in a multi-national company with datelines, reports and other stuff, why did I choose this path?

I want to sit by the ocean, upon grains of fine sand that inevitably crawls its way into your clothes.

I want the sun kissing my whole body, while the wind throws its caresses into my face, my hair.

Inhale
Exhale
Inhale
Exhale

I want to lay on the beach chair with a cup of tea by my side and a stack of story books on the other.

Then when the sun sets, I’ll be there drinking in the magnificent sight.

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Yet, when I think about it, I can’t imagine just relaxing for the rest of my life.

I need drama, I need fire, I need action!

What can I do that contributes to society, to my family and my bank account?

What can I do that serves both my happiness and financial stability?

I heard someone mention before “What you love doing doesn’t necessarily give you what you need.”

What do I do now?

All I know for now is that I’m a prisoner of hope; I’ll figure it out somehow.

At the meantime, I’ll dream of beaches and tea.

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