Robin stared blankly at the flickering screen, the glow of his computer monitor casting a white light across the office that had become his cage. The same mundane spreadsheet, the same emails, the same customer complaints.now his life has become robotic and lifeless. It is a relentless cycle, a wheel that kept turning without stopping.

He glanced at the clock. 4:30 PM. Thirty more minutes to go in this concert prison and another busy evening would begin: the hustle through the metro, a quick dinner consist of instant noodles or a frozen meal from the convenience store, and if he feel fancy then a quick meal at fastfood chain. The inevitable dread of doing it all over again the next day and the day after today. That thought made his head ache.

He had been doing this 9-to-5 grind for nearly four years. Once, he was a promising young man filled with dreams, but now, he was just a corporate slave. Early in his life, he wanted to be a travel blogger, visiting new countries, experiencing different cultures, and tasting exotic foods. That spark had long since extinguished.

His life's colors, once so vibrant and colorful, now faded into this gray concrete room. The huge skyscrapers and continuous traffic suffocate him. The dream he had held so dear was now a numbing routine of office life. He felt trapped in this concrete prison.

As he was lost in his thoughts, a voice snapped him back to reality. It was his boss, Mr. Smith, the department manager. "Robin, did you finish your project?"

"Almost done. I need one more day to finish and another day to check everything," Robin replied, his voice lack enthusiasm.

"The higher-ups want that report by tomorrow," Mr. Smith said firmly, his brow furrowed in annoyance.

Robin felt like protesting, but he instead forced a smile from his lips. "I'll try my best."

"Doing your best won't cut it. I need that file on my desk by tomorrow morning," Mr. Smith said with a hint of annoyances in his voice. He did not wait to hear any further assurance but merely turned and left

Cursing the manager with all his heart, Robin returned to his work. Another all-nighter was inevitable.

It was 11:30 PM by the time he finally finished his tasks. He delivered the file to Mr. Smith’s desk and left the building, exhausted.

As he stepped outside, the cool night air greeted him. The full moon was covered by heavy clouds, and a light drizzle began to fall.

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Life had a way of pulling people away from their dreams, replacing them with responsibility and expectation. Robin had always thought about quitting, about chasing his dreams, but the demands of the city, the allure of a stable income, and the pressure to climb the corporate ladder kept him chained to his desk.

It was almost midnight when he got home. He threw a frozen meal into the microwave and cracked open a cold beer. Staring out of the window, he watched the raindrops race down the glass. The rain mirrored the heaviness in his heart. He finished his meal and sat in silence until sleep overtook him.

The next morning, Robin was jolted awake by the sound of heavy machinery outside his apartment. He was late. The toll of working overtime had left him drained, both mentally and physically. After a rushed morning, he grabbed a coffee from nearest coffee shop and headed toward the metro, he have to catch the train otherwise the nagging of manager will be unbearable.

Back in the desk,In front of his computer, Robin sat with a blinking cursor on the screen in his view. The office bustled around him, printers and photocopy machines sound, phones ringing, and low conversations melding into a hum. His fingers lay on the keyboard, but no words came to his mind.

The only thing he could think about was quitting.he dreamed of walking into Mr. Smith’s office like nothing, and throwing his resignation latter on Manager's desk, and walking out of this building without looking back.

But then, doubt crept in. What if it was a mistake? As much as he hated his job, the thought of unknown terrified him. Though he had no family to support, he still had to think about his future.He is already 26,he need to get married, he need money for future. Also the job maeket nowadays feel like battlefield.The fear of uncertainty loomed large, making the idea of quitting feel like a leap into darkness.

He glanced around the office. His colleagues seemed busy with their routines. How did they do it? How could they be happy with this endless cycle? Robin felt like a square shape in a round hole, out of place in this world.

The idea of quitting had been growing in his mind for months, but his fear of failure kept him check. What if he couldn’t find another job? What if he ended up in an even worse situation? What if leaving meant risking everything he had worked so hard to build?

Robin exhaled a sigh as he leaned back in his chair, running his hand through his hair. He knew life couldn't go on like this. A decision had to be made or he would go nuts. Yet, that decision seemed monumental, as if his entire future hung on a string.

"I think i should go and see a phycologist" robin thought to himself

Robin don't know how the time flied.its almost lunch time. Grabbing a soda and bun from office cafeteria robin Reached for his phone, Robin saw there were some unread mail. He was so busy he couldn't even check them. scrolled through his personal email he saw some Spam email trying to sell him some shady stuff, email from his favorite game which he haven't played for age's, one particular message caught his eye. It was from an unknown sender, a few weeks old. His Curiosity piqued, he clicked on it. The email was from the village where his mother had grown up.

Before his grandfather’s death, Robin used to visit that village often. The email explained that his mother’s house was damaged . It was now a safety hazard, and the village authorities wanted him to either repair or demolish it. That house held many memories—his mother’s, his grandparents’, and his own. He couldn’t just let it rot away.

His late grandfather’s words echoed in his mind: "Life is too short to wake up with regrets. Live the life you want."

Robin took a deep breath, feeling a strange sense of clarity settle over him. "I’m finally going to quit," he muttered to himself. "I’ll figure out the future when it comes. Thanks, old man."

For the first time in months, Robin smiled. A genuine smile. He began drafting his resignation letter, feeling lighter with each word he typed.

This was the start of something new. It was time to close one chapter and open another. He wanted to take care of himself, to give himself the time and space to rediscover who he truly was.

Most of all, Robin wanted to live—on his terms.