Just Do It, Boy

I wonder what are we chasing after in life.

I mean, our ultimate goal? The thing that we want to accomplish? The meaning of life? Sometimes I can be so confused. That one night, he told me that, he could not stand that any more. He wanna resign. After all, life is too short for us to do something that we don't want to do. I totally supported him. I did not earn much, but I can support the family, at least, for a while. He said he would think about it.

Three months passed, he is still working in that shit hole, be treated like cockroach. He endured. I don't understand. I asked him, several times, why did he keep pushing himself to his threshold every nights? How about all the complaining he had been through? He, again, said that he would think about it.

For me, life is difficult. Work is tough. But I enjoy it. I am pretty sure, if I hated my job as badly as he did, without hesitation, I'll be gone. I'm not after the remuneration, not the social status. Simple, I just wanna be happy.

Please, I'll be so upset if you continue to wrong yourself.