Why is it that we are taught to strive hard so that we can get the most out of life and yet, the happiest people around say they're "contented with the simple things in life"? So what are we really striving for? Towards unhappiness? Or to work so hard for everything and only come to realize that in the end, everything that you've achieved don't matter?

I flipped through my passport last night. There are 96 pages in all and mine's less than 1/10 filled up. Felt a teeny weeny hinge of sadness; so much for my proclaimed love of travelling. I do hope that I'm going to be more financially-able in time to come. Wishing for it to become part of my life, travelling.

Yeah I admit, I'm not contented in so many ways.

Labels: life, musings

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And I know you do the same things too,
So we're really not that different, me and you.
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