When life becomes a chore, do you just endure?

I reached the office crawling through the morning rush hour, dodging people doing stupid stuff on the road. Unlike my usual hurried approach, today, I felt no rush of adrenaline as I entered the campus. The atmosphere seemed stagnant, the air heavy and the sun's rays felt harsh. Each speed bump seemed to mock me as I cautiously maneuvered over them, a stark contrast to my usual swift navigation.

Upon reaching my desk, I began setting up for the day, each movement feeling laborious. As the clock struck 11, I found myself daydreaming about the evening, yearning to escape as soon as possible. The day's routine kicked in. I mechanically delved into my tasks—responding to emails and messages and attending to various assignments.

In the midst of the day, a jarring question surfaced in my mind as I glanced at my phone: "What am I doing?"

None of this brings me any fulfillment. A sense of purpose seems lacking. What could ease this feeling? A change of job, a new city? As I pondered over these questions, I found no answers, just unsettling silence. Different surroundings, different people, yet the same emptiness.

Has my life devolved into a monotonous obligation?

And I remembered a line that I read somewhere, “When life becomes a chore, do you just endure?”

Every day, I wake up and strive to fulfill my responsibilities, yet I always fall short. There is always more that I should be doing. I falter each day, but every morning, I hope this will be the day when I excel. Perhaps today could be the day, but it never is.

As night falls, enveloping me in its embrace, the void in my heart seems more profound than ever. The journey home feels as arduous as the morning commute. Amidst the sea of despair, my one solace is the 173kg metal machine and its 43 horses—the beloved KTM Duke 390 and riding it puts a smile on my face.

I guess, I'll just keep enduring life. For as long as I can.