Sometimes I think I work late into the night just to prove I am indeed an important person.
Sometimes I think I work early into the morning just to show that this job is just as high-flying as the job I could have had.
Sometimes I think I dread fame because I can’t handle the responsibility.
Sometimes I think I don’t want to work in an office just because I love myself too much to stand other people.
Sometimes I think I continue to buy pretty clothes I don’t need and pretty shoes I don’t wear because I cannot face the dreary of life.
Sometimes I think I work and work and work just to escape from the dreary of life.
Sometimes I think this is the only thing I am good at and I don’t know what else I can do if I don’t do this so I keep on doing it even though sometimes I feel I’ve lost the drive.
Sometimes I look back and think if this dream life I have is really what I once wanted and I try to remember why I wanted this life.
Sometimes I think of quitting because I fear I will one day let others down.
Sometimes I think of quitting because I fear I am not living my life to its fullest.
Sometimes I think I don’t really enjoy this job, I have just chosen the safest bet. Like so many other things in my life. I grab the first opportunity that comes along for the sake of security.
And then I look at your innocent faces and remember why I chose this life. I chose this life so I could have you and enjoy it with you. That's why.
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I also like your chinese articles
Although I didn't work half as hard as you did.
And my answer is similar, though I don't have the little beautiful faces to look at yet.
I hope in the near future, they will come and let me feel the greatest love in the world :)
I guess we all doubt ourselves and the meaning of our lives every now and then, could this be another elaboration of "I think therefore I am"?
Do you mean to say she is as sentimental as your dad?
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Belle
BELLE
I occasionally wonder what the world would have been like had I not been born.
I generally come to the conclusion that there wouldn't be any noticeable vicissitudes; I have not contributed much to anyone's life (much less society).
Yet I am still here, living and breathing, even responding to the posts of someone that I do not know.
I reason that I live to answer the question "why am I alive?"
You have found your reason; perhaps I shall also find mine, someday in the future.
For now, I suppose that I will just attempt to savour the little pleasures in life and take time to smell the roses.
(This must be the most maudlin response that I have EVER posted. I'm blaming this on lack of sleep~)
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