finally here is my day-off. I was thinking of the meaning of working yesterday and it is today that I found it. Holiday, rest, and even nice food require money to exchange. So in a way we can say that money is a media between work and pleasure and in the end of the day, I don't really need money in hand, all I need is enough time of working and relaxing. But it is sad that both of them are evaluated by the amount of money, therefore I have to work hard to get satisfying payslip and good quality time of relaxing. What if working itself is a pleasure, would my life be more beautiful? and would I want to have less holiday? people who love their job do--not only just "don't hate it" but "love it" which can be the most difficult task for many of us, because it is very easy to find a nice hobby and interest, but either to transform them into a form of work or to love one thing that you have to do consistently are not an easy job. So I am basicly in a limbo, first,
Life is short, as everyone knows, however, the time and space still seem so endless for me to catch up, so I shot and write.