I had always put in as much work as possible since I was young, so I thought it wasn't a problem. Pulling three all-nighters in a row to pass my classes was a normal occurrence. Skipping a meal or two to fit in another hour of studying wasn't uncommon. And skipping out on events and parties was expected.
I never saw anything wrong with it, and by the time I was in college, it was how I lived life. With as much work as possible. I continued my lifestyle of work, work, and more work and applied it to my studies, part-time job, and even relationships. Granted, those never lasted long once they realized I had to fit them into my already packed schedule. I guess they don't understand the joy of working so hard.
I eventually graduated, not at the top of my class, but near there. There is such a thing as talent, and hard work can only take you so far in this world. I was satisfied though, I put all the work I could into it: got myself a nice job with plenty of space for overtime, put in 50 hours a week into my job, quickly rose through the ranks and became a higher up at the company.
Things didn't last forever though, a few years after getting near the top of the company I began to have health problems. All those all-nighters and overtime finally caught up to me, but I can't say I regret it much. I enjoyed spending my life without a second of wasted time. I got to work, work, and work some more. If there is one regret though, I wish I could have reached the top once. Maybe if I was able to work even harder I could have made it there.
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Either way, now I'm dead, I passed away in the hospital a while ago and now I'm stuck in a void. It's been quite a while and I spent the time experimenting with everything in the void, whether I could speak, move, change my state, and more. After trying everything, it appears the only thing I can do is sit here and think. So I decided to begin a mental journal of things, that way I won't be too bored and I'll be able to continue working. Even if it's only on completing a journal.
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It's later in the day (it's probably been longer but I can't tell), and now I feel a tugging on myself. It's dragging me somewhere in this void. It looks like a little point of light, slowly growing. Well, if it's taking me somewhere, I'll be able to do work there! Maybe I can finally reach the top with my work, well, I'll still be happy with just being able to work again at least.
I'll make sure to fit this journal into my schedule, I'll consider it a type of work, that way I keep myself in check and someone can have an interesting thing to read. But this'll be a pretty boring journal if I never reach that point of light though. Guess I'll have to wait and see!
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