It's nice to have one worry marched to the wings and forcefully thrown into the alleyway.

My life is ticking away one subway token at a time - a never ending pirouette of arriving and departing, pushing through turnstiles, nodding goodbye and hello. In eight hours I'll be allowed to turn around and go home.

Like so many other office workers of the world, I will obey my master, the clock, and will obediently nod to my co-workers and make small talk about sports, kids and weather - all things I'm not genuinely interested in.

It's nice to have one worry marched to the wings and forcefully thrown into the alleyway.

If life is a journey, time should pull over at a rest stop sometimes - we should all be given a chance to get off and stretch our legs, collect our thoughts and reorganize.

People never realize how much work impacts there self esteem and sense of purpose until they leave a job.

Are people happier with a smaller range of experiences?