After quitting this time, it really feels great.
The last time I felt like this was during the stretch right before graduation. My job was already signed off on, and my thesis supervisor had checked my paper and said everything was fine. Every day, my friends and I would wear slippers and baggy pants, and slowly wander around campus with no particular purpose—no urgent tasks, either.
And now, this is probably the second-greatest period of my life.
Maybe it’s also because the job I just left was too dull. Day after day, it made my life feel a bit tedious as well. You don’t necessarily have to love your work, but at the very least, it shouldn’t make you hate it. We work in the first place to make life better—not to let work take up all of life.
So when you find a job that gradually makes you even more unhappy, and you have the chance to leave, be decisive. Life is already short—you don’t need to waste too much time on things you really dislike.
After I quit, life seemed to slow down again—almost immediately.
I’d sleep until I woke up naturally, check messages on my phone, wander through the supermarket, cook a meal, and then think about where to travel in the next few days. There wasn’t anything particularly momentous worth commemorating. Everything was ordinary, calm, and yet comfortable in just the right way.
Later on, I gradually realized that the days in life that you miss the most and are the happiest about are often neither a single wild time where you partied to your heart’s content, nor a deliberately orchestrated unforgettable moment with someone.
More often, it’s just a stretch of very ordinary, very peaceful time.
When you’re living inside it, you only feel like—nothing special, that’s all.
Until one day many years later, when you suddenly remember the sunshine back then, remember the person you used to wander around with, remember those aimless afternoons—then it hits you all at once:
So it turns out, we were really happy back then.
What people truly remember in life probably has never been those dramatic, earth-shattering moments. It’s more like the days you were living through—when you didn’t even realize you were happy.
At the time, you just took it for granted.
The last time I felt like this was during the stretch right before graduation. My job was already signed off on, and my thesis supervisor had checked my paper and said everything was fine. Every day, my friends and I would wear slippers and baggy pants, and slowly wander around campus with no particular purpose—no urgent tasks, either.
And now, this is probably the second-greatest period of my life.
Maybe it’s also because the job I just left was too dull. Day after day, it made my life feel a bit tedious as well. You don’t necessarily have to love your work, but at the very least, it shouldn’t make you hate it. We work in the first place to make life better—not to let work take up all of life.
So when you find a job that gradually makes you even more unhappy, and you have the chance to leave, be decisive. Life is already short—you don’t need to waste too much time on things you really dislike.
After I quit, life seemed to slow down again—almost immediately.
I’d sleep until I woke up naturally, check messages on my phone, wander through the supermarket, cook a meal, and then think about where to travel in the next few days. There wasn’t anything particularly momentous worth commemorating. Everything was ordinary, calm, and yet comfortable in just the right way.
Later on, I gradually realized that the days in life that you miss the most and are the happiest about are often neither a single wild time where you partied to your heart’s content, nor a deliberately orchestrated unforgettable moment with someone.
More often, it’s just a stretch of very ordinary, very peaceful time.
When you’re living inside it, you only feel like—nothing special, that’s all.
Until one day many years later, when you suddenly remember the sunshine back then, remember the person you used to wander around with, remember those aimless afternoons—then it hits you all at once:
So it turns out, we were really happy back then.
What people truly remember in life probably has never been those dramatic, earth-shattering moments. It’s more like the days you were living through—when you didn’t even realize you were happy.
At the time, you just took it for granted.