You just never know what life has in store for you.
On the morning of August 24, AD 79, the good people of Pompeii had no idea that Mount Vesuvius would would erupt and callously sweep away life as they knew it within a mere 24 hours.
Years later, 1,927 to be exact, I unexpectedly found myself walking down the sun-soaked, time worn cobblestoned streets of this long lost civilization. It was amazing to visit such a place. If only some of those frescoed walls could talk, I’m sure they’d have some interesting tales.
The irony struck me then as it continues to now. You just never know when your life on earth will be swept away by a fast-running stream of fire. And…on the flip side of unexpected death and destruction, you just never know when you will have new opportunities to experience amazing things, either.
Life, as cliched as it sounds, is just too short.
It is definitely too short to spend it in a job that you hate or in one that doesn’t bring you some measure of satisfaction, be it on a monetary level or a more intangible one.
Life is too short to hate your job.