After the Spring Festival, commiting to the work, I found that I was so busy that I could hardly spare some time to deal with my own affairs. I even neglected the necessary care for my beloved ones. Deep in night, I kept on asking myself whether it is worthful for working so hard, but ended with no answer. For survival, I have to work, but I lost a lot of precious things.
I don't want to be that pessimistic. As a matter of fact, I always encourage myself in life: You have been living well, you know millions of people in this world are enduring the torments of hunger or cold. However, life at some time is so damned frustrating! It makes you die for escaping from the reality.
I put too much time into the work, which is possibly one of the contributing factors to my fret. Anyway, hoping that I could be able to pull myself together very soon!