Monday, December 16, 2013

Work

After having spent the last two and a half months waking up at 6:00 AM, and not coming home until 7:30 PM, and sometimes 9:30 PM, I started to realize that I really do not want to spend 12 hours a day working.  This is not how to live a life.  What is all of this money for, if I barely have any time for myself, my family, and my friends?

I just want to be happy because the only people who truly care about me are my family.  They love me for who I am, not what I have.  I don't need to be rich or famous to be happy.  I just need good health, a place to live, food to eat, and clothes to wear.  This society has got some messed up trends, and I'm not about to follow them.

I'm thankful for the person who wished me a happy birthday today.  I wish I only have one birthday, so that I could take it more seriously.


“The race is long and, in the end, it’s only with yourself.”