It's monday again and as usual, am late for work...this is even more difficult as I've been away from the office the past week and away from clients' and colleagues' incessant phone calls and deadlines.
Well anyway, for some reasons, a few questions popped through my head today:
What really is happiness?
What will make you be satisfied or happy at the end of the day?
Do I really need to dread every Monday morning?
Why don't you go find something that you enjoy doing?
There's a chinese saying (I think) which says that each and every life consist of "Birth, Age, Sickness, Death". . . if that is true, then I guess the questions that we need to ask ourselves are how we are filling in the details in between. Wouldn't it seem more worthwhile to fill it with memories and moments of friendship, happiness, joy, love or maybe the smell of freshly baked bread rather than deadlines at work? But like most things, it's easier said than done.
. . . 525,600 minutes; 525,000 moments so dear.
525,600 minutes - how do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee.
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
In 525,600 minutes - how do you measure a year in the life?
525,600 minutes; 525,000 journeys to plan.
525,600 minutes - how can you measure the life of a woman or man?
In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried,
In bridges he burned, or the way that she died . . .
Seasons of Love, RENT
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Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the flowers gone?
Girls have picked them every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?
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