Random Thought on Quarter Life Crisis.

You get to a certain age and it feels like you've been put on a path that's impossible to stray from because of expectations from society, from yourself. And it's funny because expectations aren't tangible. It's not something physical that's holding you down to your seat in front of the computer answering emails.

You could, right now, stand up, drive away and leave and do whatever you want, but you won't. Nobody's explicitly forcing you to, but you come everyday and stay for 8 hours anyway.

I miss the open road.