I am starting to question many things all of a sudden. Perhaps it was because of one particular person who was questioning everything around them with whom I spent time with regularly. I already knew the path I did not want to take... yet I took that path anyways, out of comfort, and perhaps fear of the unknown that lay on the other side. I had gone to the other side, while a part of me was tethered to the path the rest of the world took on a daily basis... waking up in the morning, getting ready, going to work, putting in my hours.. only to come home and read a book, or spend time with someone close.. and before you knew it, it was time to rest and begin the same cycle the next day. Do 8-9 hours of every week day have to be in a state of robotic trance, performing mundane tasks that do not propel you further within ones state of consciousness?

The answer is no. It does not.