I’ve made up my mind, I’m retiring.
Retiring at the ripe old age of 27 with most of my life ahead of me. Retiring from a string of meaningless jobs and degrees that were basically just used to take up time and create ‘busy’ work (like they did in primary school, remember that?) I’m retiring from the race to achieve the ‘American Dream’ because it cannot give me what I truly want. Retiring from the constraints society straps me in with, retiring from the self-degradation religion promotes. I am retiring. NOT running away. RETIRING.
I’ve decided that I’m not waiting until I’m 75 years old or older, when my body is failing and the sort of travel I’m envisioning could not be possible.
Instead I’m retiring, now, at 27. Why not? I guarantee I’ve already heard any argument that you have thought of to guide me off this mad path.
Mad it may be, but it also fits me perfectly.