Why Am I Doing This

There are many nights I lie awake and many mornings I sit wondering, "Why am
I doing this?" (Not blogging, driving a truck.) If you think about it I'm
selling my time with my family for a paycheck. Most people work 8-12 hours a
day and go home...I work 20-25 days and then go home, and yet you get paid
more than me. Why? You're the asshole who cuts me off in traffic nearly
causing a wreck, because you think you're that important. When in reality
you just endangered your life as well as mine and if I wasn't as skilled at
what I do, you might not have survived to ever see your family again.

I fear that one day my children will look me in the eye and say, "You were
never there for me then, why should I care if you here for me now."