Rest.

At the end of the day, what he sought was only some sort of rest. He had been tirelessly, relentlessly pushing himself for so long. For 34 years, he worked for the same company, he worked the same job, he saw through an array of 8 bosses in his career span but never had been remembered by any one of them. Nobody even cared he existed.

He'd pack his bag, every morning, and left off for work at sharply seven. He'd reach his office by half past seven and he'd start working by eight. He'd work till five in the evening and he'd come back home, extremely tired. Those computer screens and endless phone calls drained him off of every single calory that he'd put inside of him the whole day.
He didn't necessarily like the job he had but he had to do it as it kept his stomach full. It helped him keep alive by paying him exactly what he needed to survive. His life could only be defined with the word monotonous.

As grateful as he was for what he had, he was tired. Tired of being physically, mentally and emotionally drained for so long. He had given up so many of his dreams for all everyone adviced him to do was pick the job up so he didn't end up homeless. Thinking back, he thought he'd much rather have been a homeless happy person to the person he is today.
He had two more years of service left, but that morning he took his papers, signed them and drew up his resignation letter.

He wanted to live whatever life that was left for him. And he wanted to do it his way.