Working life is awfully tiring. There isn't much free time left when I get home, and it's the same routine everyday.
Uni apps are coming up and it's gonna take every minute of my leisure time.
It gets me thinking: Growing up is not fun at all.
It's the end of the days when everything is routed, all you have to do then was just play and study. Now I stood at the place where I have to choose which path to pick. Not knowing what would be at the end of the path, and no indications or roadsigns to tell. Hence, the feeling of lost and confusion.
The thing is I'm not really the type of person to settle for less. But working with contented people made me feel really sad. Not that I looked down on them, it's just I totally respect them for finding their meaning of life.
We all make our own choices. I just somehow didn't really know what I wanted. I wanted to strive, but I was overwhelmed with questions. How? When? Why? And all I did was whine and blame that god didn't made life fairer for everyone.
Which leads me to another question. I know life's unfair, but why can't the unfairness be in favor of me?
Last Saturday an interviewer presented this question to me: Why do humans live? Why god created us?
We all live to the purpose we seek for ourselves, and when our calling comes, we fulfill our destiny.
Then he asked another: What if there's no god?
It means we all live for what we believe in. We choose what we want to believe. We choose our destiny. We name our calling. Even our faiths, religions, are created by man to control human behaviour. As long we are living, we try to survive, to pass down our genes, to explore places we have never been to, and to create history, if possible.
One day when you started saying you are bored with your life, it means you have grown up. No longer being amused by the things that could excite you when you are younger.
Geez, I lost my flow of thoughts. >__<
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