Yesterday I had a Christmas party at work: country races. One of my directors being quite drunk decided to come and have a chat to his employees that he usually bever talks to (just to show that he cares I guess). Anyway, he came to us (me and other girl) and started asking questions about our everyday life outside work and what we are doing for fun (as if he was really interested). But when he asked I have actually realised that I don't have much to say! My life is all about racing through the working week problems and deadlines all the way to the weekend. And on the weekend it's bever enough time to do anything apart from having some rest and trying to not think about work.
And after that what is left? Nothing. The filling of an empty bottle. No water, no flowers.
Doing hard work to help someone achieve their dreams. And having no time for your own dreams, even no time for your own thoughts. Being to tired to realise that you are living someone else's life, not yours.
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