Should I stick with this job?



　　Should I stick with this job?　　I've asked myself this question countless times. The hesitation in my heart, coupled with the constant changes in reality, makes this question bravely surface again and again, only to end without a clear answer.
　　Every day I take three buses, involving two transfers, spending an hour and a half. I've been doing this for five years, yet my monthly salary is only around three thousand… If you tell any person these numbers, their answer will definitely be, "Quit! It's pointless, it has no future."
　　Yet I continue…
　　It's not that I'm so reluctant to give up this job; it's that I can't muster the courage to take that step.
　　I always have too many concerns: an incomplete family, low education, no current skills, low self-esteem, etc.
　　I love writing, so I pin my hopes on it, but laziness is my downfall. Time has passed, and my writing dreams have come true countless times, yet I remain stuck at the same point.
　　I know I should study; laziness is mine, and only I can change it. But where is that unknown job?

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