Looking back at the years, I begin to ponder, if this is the life that I wanted.
Working hard only to get a pay that one could barely sustain through the month. Well, you could say it's still decent but with the commitments it's barely enough to make a living.
Not sure if life is worth living, but, I guess for now I'll just live one day at a time and figure how things are going to work out.
I've been thinking of getting two jobs, a day job and an evening one to make ends meet. Problem is, it's gonna be tough and I've to figure out if it's going to wear me out sooner than I expect. Working two jobs is tiring, and I need to have enough strength the next day to drive to work. Time is a factor. At the meantime, I can't risk the lives of others on the road because of my condition.
I've never like the idea of living past the age of 30-40. Why do I need to live that long? Perhaps this is a form of punishment far more cruel than reincarnating into an animal. We suffer because we know too much, unless you choose to forgive and let go, if not it's not surprising if it haunts us for the rest of our lives.
Anyway, I've digress a bit too far. I'll just have to give it a deeper thought once I'm through with all my trips for this month. Worrying everything under the sky is useless.
Yuu
