when life wasn't all bout goals, when i was so much happier..
of the world, which is so near yet so far:( Sld i say, i somehow miss that place or im yearning for
it too much? Somehow it looks pretty much more fun, and full of zest. The tranquility there and
the breeze somehow smells sweeter and gentler. It seems like life wld be better over there? Yet,
life seems to screw up everywhere, anytime, somehow. I guess thats what that makes life
interesting?
Im tired after all these stupid competitions ard me and all the mugging, which is so lifeless at the
end of the day. You study hard so that you can get a good job in future, alright sounds
reasonable. You work hard to get a good life in future, sounds reasonable too? But when are we
going to really get to enjoy all these futures that we're working for? The day when we step into
our coffin? Somehow all these noble aspirations ends up into a vicious cycle that we can never
get out of. I hate to say this but im pretty much sure that all of us wants to get out of this vicious
cycle badly, but we cant, cause we've longed been bought over by this system and the thought of
quitting puts us all back into fear. This fear of losing out, and what wld happen if i stop working
so hard!??!?!
its so sad to live on, in a place like this..
