This is an interesting thread. It's close to what's been on my mind lately.

I'm 33, I have a wife, kids, a decent job, and no life. From the time I get up to the time I go to bed, life is a perpetual grind, locked into endless obligation.

Looking back ten years, I know this isn't how I wanted things to go but here I am and I have to continue, like it or not. Some days the pressure is so crushing I feel like it's destroying me. Other days I just wonder why I continue when the grind has tapped my joy of life. Am I just living for my kids? And why does everything about my life have to be for other people? What about me?

Those questions keep me from releasing my one dream and so I pursue my artistic goals on top of my day job and parental duties. It's the one thing I have that's still mine. But in ten more years, when I still haven't achieved my ambitions, will I abandon them? Will the grind of obligation be all that's left?

It makes you wonder if life is a cruel joke. We can only hope, despite all evidence to the contrary, that this is not the case.

Cyran0