Why give up a job that pays well? Shouldn’t I be grateful? Stop the whingeing and get on with it?

Get on with what?

Get on with trying to get to the peak of the mountain, whilst hanging on to the cliff face by old rope? Get on with the knowing that the only way to haul myself up there is to scramble over the rubble – to step up to the top upon the crushed spines of others?

Get on with it?

Or, get off of it?

I wasn’t put on this planet to be a crushing machine. I wasn’t given this life to feed upon the pain of others.

I’m getting off.

I’m getting off, but the knots in this old bit of rope – hold strong.

Copyright owned by Jay Cool, May 2019

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