Reporting in from the Swedish alps (oh well) today. I've been climbing/hiking mountains for three days now and it's been fun. Hiking up a big mountain is a great metaphor for life: you need to struggle hard to reap the rewards of standing on top of a mountain. I'm done here though and will be going home tomorrow.

Alright, I'm still not close to where I want to be but the last few days I've managed to function just fine. Except for hiking I've sent in a few job applications. Also spoke to the big 4 accounting firm again and booked in an interview for next week.

I've been thinking about hobbies while being here. I'm so bored with myself, my friends and the chicks we meet, because of the lack of hobbies. They (we) are interested in making money, chasing people of the other sex, status posturing, drinking alcohol and doing drugs, and then nothing more. It's so fucking dull and such a low life way to live honestly. I am the worst culprit here, I haven't developed any interests in years tbh.

Right now taking up hobbies is kinda hard because I'm so cash strapped, but as soon I get a job I want to try martial arts, an instrument, climbing, fucking anything, another adventurous/activity type vacation maybe. I've thought so much about how to make money (career stuff), and so little about what I want to do with the money. Slave mentality. Time to fix that, but first things first: I need a job badly, and I absolutely have to apply to more stuff as soon as I get home.

CHEERS

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