After a stretch of not going to office for 10 days (see, there is a difference. I didn't say 10 days of leave because I have been working almost every day), I must be having the post-holiday-pre-working-day blues.

Sometimes I feel that while the life is mine, the time isn't. But I cannot think of a sustainable way of living without holding a job, nor can I justify why I need all the time in the world till the end of time.