For years, I’ve patiently listened to my friends and colleagues whine about the lack of excitement in their daily lives. Wouldn’t it be nice to be a movie star or a billionaire’s son? Aren’t pro athletes so lucky, getting paid millions to do what they love? Heck, even being a traveling gourmet would be much better than being stuck inside a damn cubicle, they said. I understood where they were coming from, but I never shared their views. If there’s one thing I learned from my parents, it’s gratitude. The Brooks family never took anything for granted. How could I complain about my lot? I was born to loving parents in a safe, peaceful country. We weren’t rich, but there was always food on the table and our heating was never cut off. And even though I graduated in the midst of a recession, I was still able to find a well-paying job. …show more content…
That alone makes me luckier than countless other people. Yes, office work can be monotonous at times, but isn’t that a luxury too? Never having to fight for survival or worry about where my next meal is coming from - it’s pure bliss. My biggest dream was to continue living this happy and simple life. I had it all planned out: get married, have three kids, adopt a Welsh Corgi, and spend much of my retirement woodworking or fixing old motorcycles. Just endless days of idleness in my corner of the world. It would have been perfect! No matter how boring of an existence my life was, I cherished every second. So… this is quite a shame. I really didn’t want to die so