when I get stucked in life, I tend to look back and see where I came from. usually this will give me a sense of accomplishment and encourage me to go on...
Today it looked so different. The spring festival is coming, everyone’s going HOME, winner or looser, they have some one they love to turn to.
I have never felt so lonely. I have never had such a desire to go back home, to be with my mom and dad and friends. to give up everything in my hand just to be happy...
yeah, I tell myself, if you move ahead, if you stick to it, you will stepping up in the social ladder and you will be happy in a long run.
but, do I really want to save every best for the last? is the final destination the only thing that is important?
I envy the people live in a small town, not much pressure, not a lot of desire, they just live their life. why should I always have to move up, to compete, to win.
am I a perfectionist? or am I a loser?
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