Reality is harsh. Life is harsh. Work is harsh. People are sometimes harsher than we think they are. Everything is harsh. What's not? How about death? Isn't death harsher than all combined?
We may screw up at work, get bombarded. So what? We wake up the next morning and we start fresh. Feeling down and under? Get well soon and start fresh? Just broke up or going through a divorce? You can still start a fresh relationship / marriage. Kids that falls down face flat while running? Get up and continue running. But death? How do we get up from it? Start fresh?
People who know me well will portray me as someone who is happy, loves the attention, extrovert, the yolo guy, but that's just the surface me. People who really know me deep enough will know my doubts, thoughts, uncertainties and insecurities. People who know me so deep will know that despite being an extrovert on the surface, i'm an introvert on the inside, i have alot of things going through my mind, my values and beliefs that are always being challenged, my life theories along this journey. In fact, I am a person who wants to seek for answers. I'm always curious, I always believe the truth is somewhere out there but my biggest doubt and question is to find the answer to our lives first, and then after. It's something that cannot be answered until we are there, so much so I can fast forward myself and put myself into my grandma's shoes, my dad's shoes and trying so hard to feel them.
How does it feel like being married? How does it feel like being a father? How does it feel like when I turn 30? 40? 50? 60? Do I get to live that long? For what? Aren't we just fulfilling and condoning to societal norms? Our parents work their ass off to provide a better future for their offspring and now it's our turn to do the same? And the cycle continues. I'm constantly trying to look at the bigger picture of life before zooming into the details like yolo experiences. 50 or 60 years down the road, who am I? Just a man waiting for his time. People around me will leave one by one. My cycle of people will be gone. My generation will be replaced. No one will know me except my own future generation aka my kids, grand kids. And then what? After my kids' cycle is up, where do I stand? Just vanished. Unless I make it into the history books that is. Just using myself as an example, I was really close to my grandma, I will tell stories (if i remember) of her to my kids but my kids will not tell stories of her to their kids because they are personally not connected, they are only connected by the stories that I tell them. There you have it, a perfect example of a lost generation. After I'm gone, no one will know who my grandma is, or who my grandma's siblings and friends were. Everything will be vanished. It will all just be memories, and memories to those whom are connected...
To put things into perspective, I can picture myself in my grandma's shoes 50 years from now. I would have imagined that I have grandchildren and i would have passed on hundreds and hundreds of lifelong quotes and experiences to them which they wouldn't even bother as they would be more interested in some kinda transparent IPAD. By that time, I would have nothing to worry as I have a certain form of achievement, aka my family. I can go peacefully. OR, I have no kids / grandchildren, waiting to die alone. OR, my kids are like rotten apples, they dont give a shit about me, it's as good as waiting to die alone...
I have always pictured myself in my dad's shoes simply because he is the most personal to me. If anything were to happen to me at that age, things would have been pretty complicated as things will be neither here nor there. Children still not working, can't see them graduate, get married and have kids, I can't grow old with my wife. Too many things to leave behind, I would have not been ready, who does anyway?
Just yesterday, a relative's son passed away. He was only 9. He was a brave boy, he battled brain tumor for many years. I can totally put myself in his shoes. His fears. My fears. Exactly the same. He has not accomplish a lot, it's too soon. Same for my case. What have I accomplished? Nothing. Yes, I have graduated, got a job. So what? I'm just another slave in this so called societal hierarchy. My favourite quote " I was not born to pay bills and die ", sounds legit, but the fact of the matter is, it's happening. I'm in this shit. I'm working to pay my bills. The harsh reality of life.
How am I going to prepare myself to face the adversities of life and death? I'm so not ready for anything.
How I wish just like in the movie Chappie and Transcendence, we can preserve our consciousness. Then our body dies naturally as per our life cycle but our consciousness (soul?) will remain. Just a random thought...
Liverbird on my chest
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Thursday, September 10, 2015
#life
Kids,
It saddens me to see your grandmum working her socks off. Sometimes I wonder where does the job passion and loyalty came from. Like how? Where?
So much of experiences has enlightened me more and more about #life
-Past Job experiences
-Current Job experiences
-Recent Vietnam Trip
-Your uncle's very recent Brisbane graduation
-Life@Brissy
Just too much to tell but I will get the time to relay my personal experiences and feelings on the impacts they had on me.
As for now, there's no nonsense of getting to work at 10 and going off at 5. Everyday I'm getting to bed before 1, waking up before 8, leaving office on time - NOT. Eat, Sleep, Work, Repeat.
I just hope everyday is a smooth day for me. That's all I want. I don't even care if I am happy anymore. I just need to get out of this numbness. I think I just can't work under pressure and under someone. I need to do my own thing. I just need a light, an answer. If only I am a risk taker, things would have been really different...
It saddens me to see your grandmum working her socks off. Sometimes I wonder where does the job passion and loyalty came from. Like how? Where?
So much of experiences has enlightened me more and more about #life
-Past Job experiences
-Current Job experiences
-Recent Vietnam Trip
-Your uncle's very recent Brisbane graduation
-Life@Brissy
Just too much to tell but I will get the time to relay my personal experiences and feelings on the impacts they had on me.
As for now, there's no nonsense of getting to work at 10 and going off at 5. Everyday I'm getting to bed before 1, waking up before 8, leaving office on time - NOT. Eat, Sleep, Work, Repeat.
I just hope everyday is a smooth day for me. That's all I want. I don't even care if I am happy anymore. I just need to get out of this numbness. I think I just can't work under pressure and under someone. I need to do my own thing. I just need a light, an answer. If only I am a risk taker, things would have been really different...
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
Time to rise!
When darkness turns to light, you may feel things are becoming better. However within the darkness, we don't know who and how much effort some ppl put in to get you out of the dark. Once you are out, once the truth is out, it's time to repay kindness with kindness.
Today is the start of the real test for me. The past 3 years plus were nothing. Now it's the time to rise up to the occasion and prove the haters wrong, prove my value and prove that I can repay the ppl who fought for me.
This means war.
Before the war I had a #yolo week tho LOL
Today is the start of the real test for me. The past 3 years plus were nothing. Now it's the time to rise up to the occasion and prove the haters wrong, prove my value and prove that I can repay the ppl who fought for me.
This means war.
Before the war I had a #yolo week tho LOL
Monday, March 23, 2015
The Uncertainties of Life
Kids,
I was shocked to find out (through a common friend) that a fellow Monashian was diagnosed with a certain kind of rare cancer. I would like to share what she wrote here ( copy and paste, no copyright infringement I guess ? =| )
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Only a handful of people were aware of this but in June 2014, I was diagnosed with cancer.
I doubt I will ever forget the day my doctor told me I had cancer. It was a day just like any other days; and life went on just as usual for other people but it was the day I felt something I have never experienced before - the fear of death followed by the fear of leaving behind the people I love.
I knew I would die some day, we all will. I just didn't expect something like that happening to me now, not when I was only 26 years old. 56 maybe, 46 possible, but 26?
I will always remember the first 3 questions I asked my doctor were, "What stage?", "Can it be treated?" and "How long more do I have to live?".
I went through all sorts of procedures and tests before the doctor was able to answer my questions above. The most painful part in the entire process was the waiting. Thankfully, I was blessed with the most amazing parents ever.
My Mom and Dad were with me through every wait. They waited with me in the hospitals. They waited for me when I was doing scans and tests. They waited on me for all my needs.
It was... one of the most difficult days of my life. I don't think there is a single word that can accurately describe the anxiety or difficulty my family and I were put through those days.
Thankfully for me, treatment was an option. I went through 2 operations, 12 weeks of chemotherapy and 3 weeks of radiotherapy.
I would be lying if I told you I didn't shed a single tear throughout the whole ordeal. I did. And not just a single tear. I cried a lot.
I cried because I was afraid. I cried in silence because I didn't want to worry my parents. I cried out loud when I couldn't hold it in anymore. I cried the first time I went to the cancer ward. No matter how many times I prepped myself, I just couldn't control tears from streaming down my face the first time I saw other patients in the chemotherapy treatment area.
Going for chemotherapy wasn't as scary as I always thought it was but it wasn't that easy either. Once a week, I went to the hospital for treatment. Those 2 hours always felt like an eternity to me. I hated how I felt right afterwards the treatment; dizzy, tired and lifeless.
It's a myth that everyone will lose their hair going through chemotherapy. It all depends on the type of drugs given to you but my drug did cause my hair to fall off. Initially, I wanted to shave off my hair before I started my treatment but my Mom didn't agree. I guess we were all secretly clinging to a fine line of miracle that perhaps my hair would be special and it wouldn't fall off.
Fall it did.
After the 2nd treatment, my hair started falling off bit by bit. My house floor, chairs and pillows were scattered with strands of hair. Every time I ran my fingers through my hair, a clump of hair fell off. I couldn't stop my heart from sinking every time that happened. So just before I started my 3rd treatment, I took a pair of scissors and chopped off my own hair.
On my 8th treatment, I had a psychological breakdown. I just couldn't bring myself to the hospital to receive my treatment. When the nurse tried to inject me with the drip, I went into a panic state and started crying uncontrollably. Me, 26 years old, crying like a baby while everyone was looking at me.
But luckily for me, my Mom was there with me, every step of the way. She held onto my hand as long as I needed. If not for her, I doubt I could ever pull through.
Only a handful of the closest friends and family were aware of this until now. I know some of you were wondering where I disappeared to. I know it was rude of me to ignore your messages.
Well... The truth is... I didn't know how to break the news. For most of you, life went on as usual in mamaks, coffee shops and cinemas but mine took a turn to hospitals, specialist centers and operating theaters.
So, you must be wondering - why break the news now since I have concealed it so well under my wig and pretense of normality behind every smile in my photos?
It's been more than a month since I have completed my treatments and until today, I'm thankful for every new day I wake up to, for every new opportunity to tell the people I love how much I love them. I'm thankful for the little sprouts of hair that is growing back on my head.
I'm sharing my story with you today because I hope you'll realize how precious life truly is.
Some days, you have it rough and you might feel like you've hit the lowest point of your life. You might think that life isn't worth living anymore. Well, don't think that ever. Never ever give up on life.
Life is never going to stop raining shit and shit happens when you least expect it. It happened to me, it can happen to YOU, it can happen to anyone we love. But no matter how tough your life gets, don't ever give up. We owe it to the people who loves us to keep on fighting.
1 year ago, I would have never imagined myself going through what I did the past few months. I thought the worst thing that could happen to me was being stuck in the office from 10am to 3am. Heck, I don't even know what will happen to me tomorrow.
Life is precious because you'll never know when it's going to end. So, don't ever trade those hours you should be spending with the people you love for corporate devotion. I'm not saying money and career isn't important. I'm just saying, it's not as important as family or honoring filial piety. If you feel unwell, get yourself checked by a specialist. It's OK to be paranoid.
Next time you see me, please, don't feel like you need to treat me like a special person. You don't and I'm not. Don't ask me about the whole ordeal either, don't ask me how I discovered it or what type of cancer it was; I try not to talk about it. I won't talk about it, unless I have to or want to. One of the worst thing that can happen to a patient is answering the same question, "How are you now" to every person that we meet.
For now, I'm just glad I can cross over 2015 and celebrate the new year with the people I love.
To My Fellowship of The Ring (and Azog the Defiler), Thank you for being there WITH me and FOR me through every single step of the way. Without my family and you guys... I might have lost it. You guys are my rock and my anchor. #bestiesforlife
So... Happy New Year everyone. May we all be blessed with health and happiness in 2015 =)
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I was shocked to find out (through a common friend) that a fellow Monashian was diagnosed with a certain kind of rare cancer. I would like to share what she wrote here ( copy and paste, no copyright infringement I guess ? =| )
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Only a handful of people were aware of this but in June 2014, I was diagnosed with cancer.
I doubt I will ever forget the day my doctor told me I had cancer. It was a day just like any other days; and life went on just as usual for other people but it was the day I felt something I have never experienced before - the fear of death followed by the fear of leaving behind the people I love.
I knew I would die some day, we all will. I just didn't expect something like that happening to me now, not when I was only 26 years old. 56 maybe, 46 possible, but 26?
I will always remember the first 3 questions I asked my doctor were, "What stage?", "Can it be treated?" and "How long more do I have to live?".
I went through all sorts of procedures and tests before the doctor was able to answer my questions above. The most painful part in the entire process was the waiting. Thankfully, I was blessed with the most amazing parents ever.
My Mom and Dad were with me through every wait. They waited with me in the hospitals. They waited for me when I was doing scans and tests. They waited on me for all my needs.
It was... one of the most difficult days of my life. I don't think there is a single word that can accurately describe the anxiety or difficulty my family and I were put through those days.
Thankfully for me, treatment was an option. I went through 2 operations, 12 weeks of chemotherapy and 3 weeks of radiotherapy.
I would be lying if I told you I didn't shed a single tear throughout the whole ordeal. I did. And not just a single tear. I cried a lot.
I cried because I was afraid. I cried in silence because I didn't want to worry my parents. I cried out loud when I couldn't hold it in anymore. I cried the first time I went to the cancer ward. No matter how many times I prepped myself, I just couldn't control tears from streaming down my face the first time I saw other patients in the chemotherapy treatment area.
Going for chemotherapy wasn't as scary as I always thought it was but it wasn't that easy either. Once a week, I went to the hospital for treatment. Those 2 hours always felt like an eternity to me. I hated how I felt right afterwards the treatment; dizzy, tired and lifeless.
It's a myth that everyone will lose their hair going through chemotherapy. It all depends on the type of drugs given to you but my drug did cause my hair to fall off. Initially, I wanted to shave off my hair before I started my treatment but my Mom didn't agree. I guess we were all secretly clinging to a fine line of miracle that perhaps my hair would be special and it wouldn't fall off.
Fall it did.
After the 2nd treatment, my hair started falling off bit by bit. My house floor, chairs and pillows were scattered with strands of hair. Every time I ran my fingers through my hair, a clump of hair fell off. I couldn't stop my heart from sinking every time that happened. So just before I started my 3rd treatment, I took a pair of scissors and chopped off my own hair.
On my 8th treatment, I had a psychological breakdown. I just couldn't bring myself to the hospital to receive my treatment. When the nurse tried to inject me with the drip, I went into a panic state and started crying uncontrollably. Me, 26 years old, crying like a baby while everyone was looking at me.
But luckily for me, my Mom was there with me, every step of the way. She held onto my hand as long as I needed. If not for her, I doubt I could ever pull through.
Only a handful of the closest friends and family were aware of this until now. I know some of you were wondering where I disappeared to. I know it was rude of me to ignore your messages.
Well... The truth is... I didn't know how to break the news. For most of you, life went on as usual in mamaks, coffee shops and cinemas but mine took a turn to hospitals, specialist centers and operating theaters.
So, you must be wondering - why break the news now since I have concealed it so well under my wig and pretense of normality behind every smile in my photos?
It's been more than a month since I have completed my treatments and until today, I'm thankful for every new day I wake up to, for every new opportunity to tell the people I love how much I love them. I'm thankful for the little sprouts of hair that is growing back on my head.
I'm sharing my story with you today because I hope you'll realize how precious life truly is.
Some days, you have it rough and you might feel like you've hit the lowest point of your life. You might think that life isn't worth living anymore. Well, don't think that ever. Never ever give up on life.
Life is never going to stop raining shit and shit happens when you least expect it. It happened to me, it can happen to YOU, it can happen to anyone we love. But no matter how tough your life gets, don't ever give up. We owe it to the people who loves us to keep on fighting.
1 year ago, I would have never imagined myself going through what I did the past few months. I thought the worst thing that could happen to me was being stuck in the office from 10am to 3am. Heck, I don't even know what will happen to me tomorrow.
Life is precious because you'll never know when it's going to end. So, don't ever trade those hours you should be spending with the people you love for corporate devotion. I'm not saying money and career isn't important. I'm just saying, it's not as important as family or honoring filial piety. If you feel unwell, get yourself checked by a specialist. It's OK to be paranoid.
Next time you see me, please, don't feel like you need to treat me like a special person. You don't and I'm not. Don't ask me about the whole ordeal either, don't ask me how I discovered it or what type of cancer it was; I try not to talk about it. I won't talk about it, unless I have to or want to. One of the worst thing that can happen to a patient is answering the same question, "How are you now" to every person that we meet.
For now, I'm just glad I can cross over 2015 and celebrate the new year with the people I love.
To My Fellowship of The Ring (and Azog the Defiler), Thank you for being there WITH me and FOR me through every single step of the way. Without my family and you guys... I might have lost it. You guys are my rock and my anchor. #bestiesforlife
So... Happy New Year everyone. May we all be blessed with health and happiness in 2015 =)
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I actually read this on her fb after watching a video of her being interviewed. My heart was shattered when I watched the video. I totally felt her. I totally felt the insecurities and uncertainties that she was about to face / faced. She was talking about life and death, I was still worried if my boss is gonna screw me up the next day. Whilst she was worried if she could even wake up to see the sunlight the next day, I was contemplating if I should just skip work the next day.
From this incident, I really admire her courage and her honesty. It was raw emotions out there. She taught me that Life Is Precious. Not that I don't know it is, but maybe I'm not appreciating it enough.
I was questioning myself over my motivations in life / work. What motivates me? What motivates me to carry on? What motivates me to work better / harder? Through her, I realized all these only matter to a certain degree. Motivations change throughout the course of our lives. When we were young, our motivations to study well is to have a guaranteed platform for success.Really? Looking back, we were forced by the society to be like that. Do we have an option? No fecking way.
After 16 years of education, and then what? Find a good / stable job ? and then what? work for the next 30 years? and then what? wait for death? Is this how our life cycle is supposed to be? What's our motivation in life then? to achieve all these? to pass everything on to the next offspring to carry on the cycle? I'm not quite sure anymore with all these uncertainties of life surrounding us.
What I am very certain in regards to this story is this : We only live once, so we gotta maximize it. Everyone likes to travel. So just do it. Do it while we are young, do it while we can. whats the point of working our asses off for 30 years to go for a trip we cannot enjoy due to health / physical conditions??
I don't know about other people but I know where my Mekkah is. Just like how the Muslims' motivations are all towards Mekkah, my Mekkah is Anfield.
If I can I would love to go there at every stage of my life. I don't know if I can achieve it but at the moment, this is the closest motivation I have ever since God knows when. That's my Mekkah and the #yolo thing for me, for now.
From this incident, I really admire her courage and her honesty. It was raw emotions out there. She taught me that Life Is Precious. Not that I don't know it is, but maybe I'm not appreciating it enough.
I was questioning myself over my motivations in life / work. What motivates me? What motivates me to carry on? What motivates me to work better / harder? Through her, I realized all these only matter to a certain degree. Motivations change throughout the course of our lives. When we were young, our motivations to study well is to have a guaranteed platform for success.
After 16 years of education, and then what? Find a good / stable job ? and then what? work for the next 30 years? and then what? wait for death? Is this how our life cycle is supposed to be? What's our motivation in life then? to achieve all these? to pass everything on to the next offspring to carry on the cycle? I'm not quite sure anymore with all these uncertainties of life surrounding us.
What I am very certain in regards to this story is this : We only live once, so we gotta maximize it. Everyone likes to travel. So just do it. Do it while we are young, do it while we can. whats the point of working our asses off for 30 years to go for a trip we cannot enjoy due to health / physical conditions??
I don't know about other people but I know where my Mekkah is. Just like how the Muslims' motivations are all towards Mekkah, my Mekkah is Anfield.
If I can I would love to go there at every stage of my life. I don't know if I can achieve it but at the moment, this is the closest motivation I have ever since God knows when. That's my Mekkah and the #yolo thing for me, for now.
Sunday, January 4, 2015
Resolutions?
Kids,
If you ever get to read whatever I wrote, you would have a feel of what's ahead of you even before you know it. Your grandpa used to tell me things way ahead of me, the only difference is that whatever he told me are all kept in my head, whereas I am trying to document every single bits, fragments and pieces of memories/happenings/advice/especially feelings. So then when we look back, we will notice how much life has evolved, and we cannot let culture and tradition just die off with the technological advancements. Hence I'm leveraging on technology to preserve as much as I can so that someday, someone will feel me, understand me and get to know me better even when I'm gone (provided if this blogspot thingy still exist of course).
Every year end, people will be coming up with a list of their hits and misses for their current resolution for the year, and then prepare a brand new (or repeated) resolution for the following year. It's funny how people can just come up with certain unattainable resolutions and it's nice to see people making simple and yet meaningful resolutions. However one thing that doesn't make any sense to me is that why tell the whole world? I thought resolutions and wishes are meant to be private or at least made known only to people who are close/significant to us? It's hilarious to see how ambitious some people are, judging by their resolution list posted on FB. I mean, come on, you wanna open another company, you wanna have a RM500k net worth, you can just keep it to yourself. Somehow I just dont get it, do you? I hope your generation would not turn out to be like that (or probably it will with some resolution application on your super smart phone)
I dont care what resolutions people make or how they wanna inform the world about it, but as long as it is a meaningful one, it's fine.
This year is a different year for me. I will face a lot of challenges in every aspect of my life (drama a bit but its not). My only resolution for the year is to be HAPPY. And if I can choose, I would love to be HAPPIER.
My definition of HAPPY does not mean :
I wanna lead a carefree life
I wanna get rich
I wanna do whatever I want
I wanna have financial freedom
I wanna just chill
It means :
"I wanna have control over my own life". Now is the time to take control and make decisions. Time passed so fast since I passed quarter-life and I must admit that I'm still in the midst of the crisis, who isn't?
I want to have control over my debts and commitments. You can be debt-free, but we cannot runaway from commitments cuz that shows our growth and responsibilities. Right now, I'm trying hard to work to be debt-free, the latter will come eventually by stages.
I want to have control over my career because we will spend the next 30 years working. Work will actually eat up so much of your life that probably at the end of it all, you don't even realize time has gone past you and you cant turn back time. If you are not happy working, there will be unhappiness for 30 years! Unless, you can integrate life/passion/money/happiness/career all-in-one, we will struggle to differentiate our emotions, we will be numb and bitter towards life because life will eventually = career. I just want to wake up everyday and feel like it's the same DAY. No Moody Monday Blues, No FlyDay, everyday is the same. If I ever achieve that, I will write a book on my success story, LOL
All in all, I JUST WANT TO BE HAPPY. My resolution for every single new year is to be HAPPIER than the previous year.
Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.
If you ever get to read whatever I wrote, you would have a feel of what's ahead of you even before you know it. Your grandpa used to tell me things way ahead of me, the only difference is that whatever he told me are all kept in my head, whereas I am trying to document every single bits, fragments and pieces of memories/happenings/advice/especially feelings. So then when we look back, we will notice how much life has evolved, and we cannot let culture and tradition just die off with the technological advancements. Hence I'm leveraging on technology to preserve as much as I can so that someday, someone will feel me, understand me and get to know me better even when I'm gone (provided if this blogspot thingy still exist of course).
Every year end, people will be coming up with a list of their hits and misses for their current resolution for the year, and then prepare a brand new (or repeated) resolution for the following year. It's funny how people can just come up with certain unattainable resolutions and it's nice to see people making simple and yet meaningful resolutions. However one thing that doesn't make any sense to me is that why tell the whole world? I thought resolutions and wishes are meant to be private or at least made known only to people who are close/significant to us? It's hilarious to see how ambitious some people are, judging by their resolution list posted on FB. I mean, come on, you wanna open another company, you wanna have a RM500k net worth, you can just keep it to yourself. Somehow I just dont get it, do you? I hope your generation would not turn out to be like that (or probably it will with some resolution application on your super smart phone)
I dont care what resolutions people make or how they wanna inform the world about it, but as long as it is a meaningful one, it's fine.
This year is a different year for me. I will face a lot of challenges in every aspect of my life (drama a bit but its not). My only resolution for the year is to be HAPPY. And if I can choose, I would love to be HAPPIER.
My definition of HAPPY does not mean :
I wanna lead a carefree life
I wanna get rich
I wanna do whatever I want
I wanna have financial freedom
I wanna just chill
It means :
"I wanna have control over my own life". Now is the time to take control and make decisions. Time passed so fast since I passed quarter-life and I must admit that I'm still in the midst of the crisis, who isn't?
I want to have control over my debts and commitments. You can be debt-free, but we cannot runaway from commitments cuz that shows our growth and responsibilities. Right now, I'm trying hard to work to be debt-free, the latter will come eventually by stages.
I want to have control over my career because we will spend the next 30 years working. Work will actually eat up so much of your life that probably at the end of it all, you don't even realize time has gone past you and you cant turn back time. If you are not happy working, there will be unhappiness for 30 years! Unless, you can integrate life/passion/money/happiness/career all-in-one, we will struggle to differentiate our emotions, we will be numb and bitter towards life because life will eventually = career. I just want to wake up everyday and feel like it's the same DAY. No Moody Monday Blues, No FlyDay, everyday is the same. If I ever achieve that, I will write a book on my success story, LOL
All in all, I JUST WANT TO BE HAPPY. My resolution for every single new year is to be HAPPIER than the previous year.
Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.
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