Work

A job is a job.

There are hurdles but you ought to learn from them. 

But sometimes you are confused, are you not suitable, or are you just not that bright. 

Sometimes you want to get it right and do the job. But sometimes you make mistakes and your work are full of holes. 

Sometimes you wonder why are the others so capable, sometime you wonder if you have failed and how your bosses evaluates your work.

A job is just a job but who doesn't want to do well in their job? 

You wish you wrote well, you wish you could think like them, you wish you were better than you are. 

But you are not putting in additional effort.
You want a life out of work. You want to leave on time and put work behind you. 

You want to come home and curl into a ball and do your own things.

You want to be free of responsibilities and spend time with people you cherish.

So maybe this is then the job. Where else would you go, where could you go.

You think you won't stay at this job for ever, but who knows five years later where will you be. 

What if switching to another is just a cover, and the problem lies within yourself? 

But who knows. Who knows what's out there and who knows what will happen if you don't try. 

It's public holiday tomorrow and you don't have to work. Maybe you should be thankful for that already. Maybe you should think how to learn from the mistakes, maybe you should make yourself better and stronger. Maybe you should look at the bright sides. Maybe you should stay. After all, you need the money.

Ohwell. Goodnight.