There have been so many instances where I came by my blog and I want to blog about so many things in my life. But there were also as many instances where I just gave up and kept my thoughts to myself.
I am 34 years old in 2017 and soon I will be another year older. I am getting more jaded every year because of the things that I have seen. I also feel aimless. I feel as if I am meant to do something more than this. I do not want to wake up and go to work Monday to Friday and so happy when its Friday and becoming depressed when its Sunday (coz the next day would be Monday)
It's not like I want to be a millionaire or something like that. Even though money is still important (Hey, I still gotta eat, cant very well grow my own food), it no longer hold the same position as compared to a few years ago. I do not care very much for status as well. Its all so fleeting.
After being married in 2013, I am still childless at the moment. Its not by design but I dun mind it all that much. If its meant to be, then its meant to be. No need to get so worked up about it.
I see so many things and yet understand so little.
I see husbands fooling around and yet pretending to be so loving towards his family and posting loving pics in social media all the time.
I see people working so hard but yet gets little recognition.
I see people creating a life in social media that is so different than what their real lives are.
I see people getting taken advantage of just because they are too nice and will not stand up for themselves.
I see people getting called ugly names just because they tried to stand up for themselves.
I see lazy and undeserving people getting recognition just because they are there at the right time and the right place.
I see unscrupulous people hurting others just to get what they want.
Getting so tired of all these things. That is the reason why there are times that I choose to distance myself from other people as their motives towards me is quite unpure.
Ok, enough of all these, it must be the gloomy weather thats affecting me.
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