I never really wanted to have a career. At least, it started out that way. And then, the better I got at what I did, the more I thought that a career was what I wanted all along.
When I resigned, the question I asked myself was whether I could see myself doing the same thing I had already been doing for 10 years, for the rest of my life? And the answer was a resounding NO.
I take more pleasure in telling people tales of my travels than tales of my work. That should mean something. I do not want to become fused with my profession so that if I am suddenly without a job or if I retired, I would be a nobody because without my profession I am nothing.
Knowing now for a fact that I could have had a career is sufficient for me. I do not want to be known for my trade. Some people end their lives being the top persons in their fields. Good for them. It's not for me. For me, a job is just to earn money to do what I really want - to explore the world. It's a means to an end.
I want to be more than just the work I do. I want to be a real person. A citizen of the world, so to speak. Maybe I lack ambition. Maybe I'm a dreamer. Maybe I'm just burnt out. Maybe I am looking at the world with rose-tinted glasses. But if I am happy being this way, am I wrong?
I am going through exactly THE SAME phase right now. I am tired of being alone and lonely. I have a great career but I am not happy. Some sadness, I want a family. I want to be just as normal as anyone else.
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