3 years into an entry level engineering job and it’s the same boring rinse and repeat cycle. Even if i change industries completely, i believe i would be doing the same thing inside the same cubicle with no windows except the PC window.

In high School I took AP Java Programming(1 of 5 kids) and loved every single project we worked on from Fish Environment Simulations to Robot coded robots battling each other in the simulated arena to making a Function Grapher App.
Now i get home and don’t have enough mental Energy to have fun let alone program something creative, from being bored all day.

No job should be given 52.25 hours of your life away per week, it’s immoral!

This could also explain why we don’t remember our mother’s womb as well.

When I read through this I started thinking to myself, maybe this is why I don’t remember certain things, because my brain isn’t being challenged enough lately.

Interesting then also how you might vividly remember a “bad” time in your life – you may still have been really living it to the fullest, even if it wasn’t what you might call happy or optimal. Raises idea that living to the fullest isn’t just about feeling up all the time, but a whole range of experience.

Excellent post.

This is the problem I have, I’m nearly 30 and I still haven’t found anything that gives me that feeling. Things do for a time, while I am learning something new, but then once I’ve learned how to do it, actually practicing the skill no longer does anything for me.

When I was a child the days were long and a week seemed to last forever. Every day was an adventure, every moment an opportunity to learn something new.

As an adult, attending to a full-time job, daily life takes on a regularity and a certain sameness and eventually becomes a grind. Even in the best research environment there is a tendency toward regimentation and regulation, must get those weekly, monthly, and quarterly reports written.

Wake up, eat breakfast, commute, read email, attend a meeting, write a report, commute home, eat dinner, TV, sleep. Wash, rinse, repeat. The days melt into weeks, the weeks into months, months to years, and before you know it you’re 65 years old and they’re saying you have to leave. It is the slow boiling of a frog.

In one sense, time is really all we have, and when it is used up then game over. It is never too late to find a way to reclaim that childhood perception, otherwise life really is too short.