At the end of the rope

At work. Lately I found myself tired and unwilling to do my usual routine which is not normal for me. I dunno what's happening. Maybe I just needed space. I wanted to do something different nowadays. Something  fun, exciting, and dangerous altogether.

Found myself at ease with nature most of the time. I look forward going up to the mountains and spend time hiking, swimming, or sometimes just curl up in a book sipping cups and cups of brewed coffee.

I noticed I haven't been myself for a while now. Or maybe I'm just seeking for some adventure, I don't know. My mind drifts on a lot of things I wanna do, on places I wanna go. Most of the time I am driven on impulse to pack and travel to places I haven't been to. Like I wanna start somewhere else. I feel like the other part of me is lost in space I have no idea where. I keep on searching for it. I just don't know where and how to start.

And them. I can't leave them. Not now. Not yet.

Suddenly I wanted to just quit my job. I found it boring when all my life I am challenged in everyday to be the best I can be. I'm dragging myself, it kills me.

I need to be detached. The sooner, the better.