Two reasons I'm writing to you specifically: a) you're an advice columnist, and b) I have a feeling you might have dealt with exactly what I'm going to ask.

I've just got a new job. It's an office job, but it's for an interesting company, it's young, it's safe, it's comfortable, it's even fairly moral(ish). As far as corporates go, it's pretty right-on, if you know what I mean.

It's my first job since I went traveling a while back, and herein lies the problem. I don't like work. I never have. There are three brief parts to this.

First: It might be partly because I'm lazy, and almost certainly because I'm immature, but it's something about turning up to work every day and being expected to do the same set of actions, have the same attitude and belief systems, have lunch with the same people. It seems crazy to me. I know this is hardly unique to me.

The second part is that I hate business-speak. Even light references to competition, beating out the other players, maximizing profits, make me feel awful. Don't they realize they're talking about putting other people out of jobs? Don't they realize that all we're doing is taking people's money for things they probably could live without? I cringe every time someone whoops about getting bigger numbers than the other guy down the street.

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I am in the moment of my life journey whereby I have to decide whether to pursue A or B.

First, I have been an obedient individual, an always-stick-to-the-rules type of guy. I am not trying to be arrogant but since I was small until university I have been trained and educated to excel in school. Listening to teachers and higher authority and following instructions are my specialties. I was able to enter into privileged university and got a business degree. Even my decision to enter business school was because I thought it was the right thing to do and that is where the money is.

Cutting long story short, now here I am, having a great job related to what I have been studying hard in university, earning way more than my friends, having a lot of benefits and social status.

Which is also the problem.

I realized that I have been pursuing Prestige, not my dream. I can't remember the last time I still believed that pursuing my own passion is the right thing to do. I am working just for money; I spend my day so that I can get that big paycheck every month. I work so that my parents will feel proud after spending lots of money for my school. I work because it is such a high position that it is so rare for anyone to get it. I work because there is a lot of potential to climb up the corporate ladder in this good company.

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