C’est la vie
Why do we work? So that
we get to collect more stuff and live from one pay check to the next? Most people
only have a few genuine interests and the rest are just filler. So if we don’t
work what else can we be doing? You can only play and have this much fun before
you get bore again and back to square one. Maybe that is just me.
Someone once told me this;
‘You crave a simple life, you desire it a lot, simply because you can’t have
it. Let face it, you are complicated.’ I enjoy the finer thing in life and rejoice
in it simplicity. Somehow I not content with it. Life has to be more then just about
getting what we want. Most people settle for a 9/5 job, family, a holiday once
a year, a house, a car, etc. Beside the humanly part, we still end up being a
collector.
Me? I want to treat each
day as the very first that I was born into. Everyday is as refreshing and full
of new discovery to be made. But in reality, it is more like SSDD, same shit
different day. I can’t help thinking of way out. How do we justify having lived
without having to resort to stuffs we acquired during our life time as a mean
of measurement? I rather it be judge by the experience that we been through.
But what are the chances that our life’s story be remotely interesting that
anyone will even care to look? You might say that we live for our own and not
for others, so why even care? The fact is I care, coz I always know one thing,
human are created ½ complete and that true happiness lies in sharing. What is
the point of working/ fighting so hard for something if u has no one to share
it with?
My path is a simple one,
find a soul mate and share our life and experience it together in whatever we
do every day. The only obstacle left in it way, is the money issue. It might be
troublesome but simple and straight forward to overcome. So other then that,
finding the so call one true soul mate in the only complicated part in life. I
guess if everything in life is so simple, where is the fun in living?
In life, sometime you win
sometime you lost and once you accept that, everything is simple. Of coz except
women, which are always as complicated as ever! After all, what more can be said
other then C’est la vie
