Why did you do it? Where did you go? — hypericin

Far too many reasons to make sense of :D -- for me, looking back now, I'd say I probably didn't have much of a choice. I certainly wasn't happy with my life situation and job and such, though. But me-then wouldn't have put it in those terms, either.

Where I went -- all over. Also too long to list. Probably wouldn't help you make a decision either, to be honest.

I have no regrets.

But let's just say I know what I'm saying when I say 5 to 10 years down the line ;) That's the consequence you'd be looking at, more than likely, so it's one you should consider

Am I introducing new constraints? Working until retirement is a massive constraint, the expenditure of the bulk of life, and is predicated on having a livable retirement to work for. This presumption is at least called into question now. My state of mind is that I have only a few goodish years left, which is, as ↪Agent Smith points out, the mental state of a terminal cancer patient. The feeling that I am squandering these few precious good years has become overwhelming. — hypericin

It's impossible, life, but do note that what we take to be life isn't actually life.

Concerned father: Is he dead?
Teacher (who administered the fatal beating): Deadish, yes!