Today, sitting in a bar on the street of Kota Kinabalu I had a very strong feeling.
It pierced me like a spear, reminding all the sorrow time while living a corporate life.
You wake up, early in the morning, it's dark. Drive through the traffic jams to your job, and spend there as many hours, as it is takes for the outside world to get dark again.
Then you drive back home, have a dinner, and two hours of spare time.
Maybe, during those hours you go to the gym, and imagine, that you have done at least something useful during the day.
In your heart, you know that this is just an excuse.
Know that you are spending your life in a cage. Sometimes looking outside and wishing to be free, but unable to fulfill the dreams that are quickly devoured by the next round of routine, which comes next morning.