It was like yesterday that we discussed in the dorm how old we would be by 2008. The fact is it’s right around the corner. No changes to me, still like a twig floating in a creek. I’m more and more afraid of changes, even a small setting on the computer would make me uncomfortable.
A debating topic we had in university came to my mind: work to live or live to work? By that I found my problem, after a long time of rumination. I live to work, but work can’t fill all my life. It’s not my choice, because I don’t have a choice at all.
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I admire you! I wish I were a live-to-work person!
I have a nice job, but it's just a means to support myself while I do what I really like.
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