<p>In life's journey, we were taught from a young age to be dogged and relentless in pursuing our dreams. Our curiosity was nurtured into ambition, and we built our futures on bricks called achievements. This relentless drive was meant to afford us the luxury of making a living, what we often labeled as HAPPINESS.</p><p>So we strived. Pause, let me rephrase; we hustled and bustled, relentlessly surpassing our limits, navigating our way around the so-called impossible to make it achievable. Amidst our dogged brilliance in planning, executing, and elevating a well-nurtured career, we lost track of time and the true meaning of living. We chased the bag, hoping it would bring happiness.</p><p>We put our lives on pause, in vain hopes that we could reclaim them once we became the heroes of our own stories. Work became our opium, feeding meaning to our souls, slowly turning us into addicts without the slightest clue. How did it get to this point?</p><p>We pursued our careers disguised as loneliness, stayed the course, and kept our heads in the game. We shelved anyone who didn’t speak our corporate jargon, little by little fading into an oblivion of solitude, all in the name of chasing a career.</p><p>We claimed we didn't want our children to suffer but never prepared ourselves to be good fathers or mothers. We became absent in the roles of parenthood, yet always punctual executives, supervisors, COOs, and CEOs solving all pending and unresolved issues, yet our lives are a mess. Where's the overhyped work-life balance? </p><p>Oh, what a glorious story with a sad ending.</p><p>They said, "Get the bag and get the babes," and we believed it. But is that all there is to life? </p><p>I might be right or wrong, but I leave it to your curious mind to decide.</p>
The Pursuit of Loneliness
By
Godwin Erite