The great escape

Been thinking about the great escape lately. Not the movie, of course, but my own escape.
It's such a pity this great place i've been raised in, has become such a mess, but i guess it's all our fault,and of course there are those more responsible than others but truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty you need only look into a mirror, as V said.

So i am preparing myself for the big change which i've delayed for a little more than i year (or so i'd like to think it is this much) and as time goes by and i am still here, i feel like i am fooling myself, so drastic actions have to be taken. One of them is quiting my job. That will force me to leave i guess.

I supppose i have to thank the fascist measures my country forces upon people, because if i  didn't have the whole 'avoidin the army' problem chasing me, i am preety sure i would have stayed here to rot just like everyone else, because humans generally need the protection of a stable roof and a plate of food every day...

Bu i do not want that. I want adventure. I want to meet interesting people. I want to make something of myself, become better at the things i like, and help people in my own way.