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11:57 PM
Lingering emptiness
Life has yet to have meaning. The only fulfilment I feel is when I am busy working. Once the day ends after work, contentment fades to disillusionment and abandonment. I wish I could work everyday; there's meaning in life, doing something all the time. Immersing yourself in endless tasks and jobs that not only take away all your time, but drains also your energy and vitality. The need for mental alertness, as well as physical competencies provides the best avenue for repression release.Seniors keep telling me to cherish the time now and go home early while I can... I appear to nod in agreement most of the time. Well, I don't really care for the overtime allowances and off-in-lieus earned. Just give me jobs and get me working. That, to me, is life now. And not simply just knocking off at 5.30pm, and happily going home. Because, there is no joy in ending work on time. Only apprenhension for the next few hours.I thought auditors are busy people. Doesn't seem the case to me. Give me more of a challenge. I don't need my weekends. They suck anyway. I don't need my nights. There's nothing to do at all. So just pile me up with whatever work you have, and I'll gladly do it.Call me a workaholic. But I don't know what I am working for. Maybe one day, when fatigue finally takes its toil, I'll pass on peacefully...
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