I wonder sometimes if I would be happier working in a corporate job, making loads of money and partying three weekends outta four ( and crashing the fourth!) rather than being where I am, at the margins of the economy still ploughing my way through books, answering random exam questions and waiting to be marked stupid or otherwise.. at 23. At 23 people have the best in life.. the best jobs, holidays and alot of stuff that would look good on their matrimonial ad and facebook pages :P
Then I curl up with a book I know i have the leisure to read ( we all take liberties in the name of intellectual pursuit :) ) with my favourite music humming away into my ears and I know the however much I suffer from the grass is greener syndrome, in this life there are no lesser forms of happiness or human beings.
