I am always thinking that i worked for what?I lived for what?What's the meaning of life?
It's another overtime night,i worked on my way home,with a nondescript mixture of feelings.I plunged into an unprecedented confused and distress,even i know i didn't belong to the most unfortunate people in the world.But i have no choice but no admit that i was a loser.I lived for nearly 24-years,i never realized what was the really suffering.
I was just a job,I said to myself again and again...Why it tortured me so much from my body to spirit?Why?It was just a job,which should be one part of my life.Instead of that,the life has become one part of work.Well then,what can i depend on to live?
Who can tell me,what should i do now?