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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, I don't really realise what I like to do and second, I get bored of job easily. Maybe the most important question for me is not "who am I" and "How the life begins" thiese kind of philosophic idea, but "how to find a job you love and get in and don't get bored of it", well, let me think about it.