Two weeks ago I requested to work 3 days per week, reducing my hours from 40 to 24. This was accepted. I then requested a 4 week unpaid leave of absence so that I could wander around Thailand during the month of November. This was not accepted. Before asking these two things I decided that if either were rejected I would resign, and today I followed through on that decision.
Quitting a decent job with no negative aspects would appear to be stupidity, or worse. And although I could find no logical reasons for quitting, I did it anyway. What is life but a continual preparation for death? Death is leaving a known space and time. Sleep reminds us of this, but a conscious altering of circumstance done under a warm, shining sun is more potent. By doing so I reaffirmed my faith in the power of life. Walking home I felt powerful, free, and strong-willed. In a years time I may find myself living on the streets, or worse, in my parent's home. It is all the same, though - I will breathe, sense, think. I won't have any money, but in a way I don't have any now. I save everything I earn, only spending on food and shelter. The money saved will now be spent - on a year's worth of glorious time.
