Strange how it always seems to take a tragedy for people to think about/reassess what they really want in life. A loss of life in order to find the meaning of it.
Should I really be working 80+ hours/week and neglecting my family at home?
Is it really worth being that pissed off about the driver that cut me off this morning?
Is a hot piece of @ss really THAT fulfilling?
Etc., etc.
My husband's good childhood friend committed suicide last night, and now he's asking himself all of these questions. R.I.P., Derek. He was only 23.
Should I really be working 80+ hours/week and neglecting my family at home?
Is it really worth being that pissed off about the driver that cut me off this morning?
Is a hot piece of @ss really THAT fulfilling?
Etc., etc.
My husband's good childhood friend committed suicide last night, and now he's asking himself all of these questions. R.I.P., Derek. He was only 23.
