About doing the cut-away (from a life style not functioning)

It was a typical grey and boring late Autumn eavning. I was as bored as a human can be. I fealt something was really not right. Sitting in front of the TV in my 10 squerefeet flat in xx of Helsinki. The year was 1998. Mom´s dream had come true, I hade finally made it to a xxx jobb at a reputable Telecom company.

After working one week I had started to hate it, the tie sqeezing my throught - I could not breathe. I just knew I would not make it alive thorugh out the winter. I had to make a plan on how and when to quit. I will have to start with sharing my news to my mom by inviting her to dinner.

How can it be that one should only live during the Summer season, and be dead the reast of the ear? I had started Skydiving xxx and spent all my freetime at the DZ coaching and jumping out of Airplains, Cliffs. I only lived for the airtime.