Of things we love and hate

There is certainly a hell on earth, to me, it so happens to be my cubicle, where I'm surrounded by mountains of papers, cases where people need judicial intervention in order to solve their problems or disputes. I know, I should be thankful, and damn right I am, the job is honest, decent, somewhat complex and even a bit challenging at times, but alas, is not where my heart is.

There is this sense, a feeling of breaking your spirit, every day a little bit, by doing repeatedly, something you feel you're not meant to do. There is, for the most part a feeling of emptiness and a lack of meaning and purpose... But it could be worse, after all I do have a nice job and a caring boss.

There's nothing else I can do, except to work hard and try my best, no matter how long it takes, I just have to keep at it, because after all, that's the only way I can feel like there's some sense of direction... The right direction that it.