In the pandemic, there was a stronger, wider idea that kept raising in my head, though I tried vainly to suppress it. This was to escape the damned job that already devoured all my energy. Again and again, I weighed, considered and measured the idea, but dare not to materialize it in the end at the thought of increasing expenses, decreasing income and declining physical condition. Long ago, a SUV, guitar, laptop and a destination constituted all my dream, but it was disrupted by my invariable hesitation and sudden pandemic. In retrospection, I only lived up to the first three at the cost of more than a decade. As for the last one, I only visualized it in my endless dream or on the map.

How do you like it if I quit tomorrow? I assumed a serious look and asked my wife in an attempt.

You need to find another in advance.

My heart stirred and subdued. As if a refugee who is trudging on his way to go to his paradise, supposing the end is around the corner before broking down, but is widely awaken from a whistle: “You have a long way to go!”