When I take the bus around 5:00 p.m. on any given work day, I sit amongst a lot of business suits. Today I sat next to a guy that looked to be in his thirties. He was reading what seemed like a gosh awful text book on database entry. I could not help but notice his attempts to keep his eyes open. He was nodding off so frequently and at one point, the book fell from his lap. I had the urge to ask this man if he enjoyed his job.
Many people travel from the city to the suburbs every day. At this point in my life I enjoy the fast paced city life, but always enjoy going back to my parents house and relaxing on my quiet street. On this particular day, I could not decide if I wanted to ever return to Pittsburgh. Things have really been getting to me lately. Whether it's school, work, or friend pressures, I have become very overwhelmed. It makes me question my ultimate goals in life.
After seeing The Death Of A Salesman this weekend, I felt very down. Am I working to be ultimately tired and defeated? I found the play to be very well done. At the end, I was even tearing up. The play portrays a man that works all of his life to in the end find little happiness and little success. I think this is a question that plagues a lot of people.
Tomorrow I will wake up and go back to face those pressures. Sometimes I wish I could just sleep on my parents couch forever...
