63 | Regrets And Ruminations

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Brichese, Italy

A house, a car, a career, a steady job that paid well, enough savings to let me live comfortably for another year...

Not long ago, I rarely thought about those things for myself. Back then, I just couldn't care less.

But, my parents were right. Like always.  My young, stupid, carefree years were over. I oughta act like a man now.  No more "trust fund kid" attitude. 

It was my own choice to quit the family business, and like my father said, renouncing my current job in the company would mean kissing my affluent future goodbye.  

No other choices, no considerations, no other compromise whatsoever.  Take it or leave it.

I chose the latter—only because my sanity was on the line.

Pondering my existence after a job well done was one confirmation.  SF Shipping would survive without me, since I was nothing but a glorified erran