In the midst of my pursuit for material comfort, I have always ask myself, "Why am I doing the stuff that I am doing everyday? Why do I even bother?"
Cos I just can't help but feel really empty everyday after a busy day at work. Its like everything that you have ever pursued is just a handful of dirt, which will always elude you no matter how much you try to hold it down.
I died another day today.
Has anyone feel that way?