So, one month later… my life has drastically altered again. Tho not for the better this time.

As my cousin said, its not the job or the job scope that kills me. It is my own self that does the job pretty well. That being said, I am once again working fifteen hour days, seven days a week. I haven’t seen the sun much and family and friends have taken to coming to my office to “visit” me since I haven’t seen them since I started work.

The grim reality is, do I really want to do a job in any other way? Will I be happier if I go back at six every day, not really caring if I am doing a good job or not in the company. Leaving all my work, coz of the mantra – there is never an empty intray.

Where does that really leave me? A life filled only with work and no outside activites? Yes, in some sense, I am getting close to my colleague. The million dollar question is, is this worth is? Is defining myself by my job even a good idea? The other side of this coin, there is nothing else in my life besides a couple of extremely close friends whom I have failed in the last few weeks for various reasons which I know I need to atone for but I don’t know how or when.

Now, I am exploring a new option in my life which truly scares me. I have become so comfortable with the position I am in, that even considering moving out of my comfort zone makes me shiver. Sooner or later, I need to bite this bullet anyway. So I might as well do so now. We never regret the things we do, isn’t it? It is what we don’t try that makes us look back on our lives wondering what could have been.