40 years. That's how long I've been an accountant. A pencil pusher. A number cruncher. But it's not just a job, it's a life sentence. A prison with no parole. I've been stuck in this mundane routine, going through the motions, day in and day out. And for what? A paycheck? A pension? A pat on the back? No, nothing of the sort. Just emptiness. A void. A sense of...of...I don't even know what.
I always thought I would be something else. A cowboy, maybe. Riding off into the sunset, free as a bird. But no, fate had other plans for me. And now, as I sit here, staring at a never-ending stream of numbers and figures, I can't help but wonder: what if? What if I had made that leap of faith? What if I had followed my heart? Would I be happy? Or would I be just as lost and confused?
You see, I recently had an experience. A profound one, you could say. And it shook me to the core. It made me question everything I thought I knew about myself, about life. And now, I find myself at a crossroads. I can either keep going down the same path, or I can take a chance.
But the question is, do I have the courage to do so? To step out of the safety of what's familiar and embrace the unknown. I don't know. All I know is, I should've been a cowboy.