... how stupid your life is? I mean not like it's stupid in a sense you're not doing anything or that your not being productive. But stupid in a sense that you don't know if you're doing the right thing for you?
I keep thinking.. I still keep thinking man. That one day, when I wake up, I won't go to my job. One day, I'll just say, "screw that office and everyone in it", pack up very little and just go. Go to France. And join the FFL. This has been torturing my soul for years now. It's now years it's been in my head. I've been able to push it away. Sometimes I'm glad I didn't go, because look at the opportunities now. But even more often I think about how worthless this all is.
When was I the most happiest? In the Army. The only thing that got me down a bit was the lack of challenge. Sure, it had its moments when you had to kind of think hard about stuff, think hard, focus, just focus with all your energy so you'll shut your face and dont' say a thing. I hated whiners in there. Not personally, but just the way some people quit. Not the army, but a task. It's too hard, blaablaablaa. It's a subjective thing, this isn't hard, this is normal, this is like what people do in their normal lives and this isn't even fighting. That woudl be a hundred times harder.
If you feel like a 30km in full gear march is too much, go ahead and go home. People who quit because it's hard, because they are hurting a bit, because they really have to push, I think they just have a weak character. I enjoy the push. That push is for me. I can't say that punishments were messing with me too much. I'm easy to handle. I'll do what is told. I won't complain about it. I assume my role completely, and that role is to do what is told and do it as well as I can. If someone says I need to run 100 meters and then come back, I'll run like my life depended on it. No one has to shout me to get it going, I'll burst into a sprint. If I'm not going faster, it's because I can't.
I love challenge. It makes me feel stronger. It makes me feel good. I'd love to.. I mean one thing I'm not looking forward is to live in a jungle, but then again it would be the greatest challenge for me, because I hate jungle, I hate bugs, I'm afraid of snakes and spiders. So that's a challenge. And not like a fun challenge, as in I'll quit if it doesn't feel good. No no no.. I'd have to kill myself if I did that, quit, for no good reason at all.
I still dream about it. I actually dream about joining frequently, in my night sleep. It's a fantasy. I'm conscious about pushing it away from my thoughts. It would mean I'll give up everything and never return. I'm too eager and afraid I might just do it. Today I was at the gym, and I was doing some training and all I kept thinking was, "I need to be able to" this and that. Why? Very spesific things I felt I needed to be able to do. Well, those are the things they do in there. Then it hit me how much I miss it. I just miss it and it made me miserable to think about how happy I could be, and instead I'm just gathering things, mostly material, starting to get out of shape sooner or later, adn getting more sissy by the minute.
I feel I'd do well in there. I try to push it away, it's a daily battle.
I keep thinking.. I still keep thinking man. That one day, when I wake up, I won't go to my job. One day, I'll just say, "screw that office and everyone in it", pack up very little and just go. Go to France. And join the FFL. This has been torturing my soul for years now. It's now years it's been in my head. I've been able to push it away. Sometimes I'm glad I didn't go, because look at the opportunities now. But even more often I think about how worthless this all is.
When was I the most happiest? In the Army. The only thing that got me down a bit was the lack of challenge. Sure, it had its moments when you had to kind of think hard about stuff, think hard, focus, just focus with all your energy so you'll shut your face and dont' say a thing. I hated whiners in there. Not personally, but just the way some people quit. Not the army, but a task. It's too hard, blaablaablaa. It's a subjective thing, this isn't hard, this is normal, this is like what people do in their normal lives and this isn't even fighting. That woudl be a hundred times harder.
If you feel like a 30km in full gear march is too much, go ahead and go home. People who quit because it's hard, because they are hurting a bit, because they really have to push, I think they just have a weak character. I enjoy the push. That push is for me. I can't say that punishments were messing with me too much. I'm easy to handle. I'll do what is told. I won't complain about it. I assume my role completely, and that role is to do what is told and do it as well as I can. If someone says I need to run 100 meters and then come back, I'll run like my life depended on it. No one has to shout me to get it going, I'll burst into a sprint. If I'm not going faster, it's because I can't.
I love challenge. It makes me feel stronger. It makes me feel good. I'd love to.. I mean one thing I'm not looking forward is to live in a jungle, but then again it would be the greatest challenge for me, because I hate jungle, I hate bugs, I'm afraid of snakes and spiders. So that's a challenge. And not like a fun challenge, as in I'll quit if it doesn't feel good. No no no.. I'd have to kill myself if I did that, quit, for no good reason at all.
I still dream about it. I actually dream about joining frequently, in my night sleep. It's a fantasy. I'm conscious about pushing it away from my thoughts. It would mean I'll give up everything and never return. I'm too eager and afraid I might just do it. Today I was at the gym, and I was doing some training and all I kept thinking was, "I need to be able to" this and that. Why? Very spesific things I felt I needed to be able to do. Well, those are the things they do in there. Then it hit me how much I miss it. I just miss it and it made me miserable to think about how happy I could be, and instead I'm just gathering things, mostly material, starting to get out of shape sooner or later, adn getting more sissy by the minute.
I feel I'd do well in there. I try to push it away, it's a daily battle.
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