The break I had was lovely, but everything in this world has to end. So does the amazing time I had.
You see, I always feel like my life sucks. Maybe if I were studying in the UK, a place that I really love, I would be happier. If I had taken a different, more fun course, I'd be happier. Maybe if I had my family with me now I would be content and everything will be alright.
On the other hand, someone who has all that might not even be happy with all of that. They would be thinking, you've more money living in a place with somewhat low living cost. You get to travel, you get to buy things you want, do the things you love.
And you see someone living happily with the person they love, but they envy your single life. The freedom that you have, how you're not attached to anyone, not having to think how your decision will affect those people you're attached to.
While you, being single and totally not attached to anyone, longed for nothing but that. You can earn money in so many ways, you can even earn money by recycling aluminuium cans, or by working at a fast food restaurant, or brushing the toilets, or cleaning the wine glasses. Or of course, the 8-to-5 daily jobs. There are endless countless ways to get money, it's something quite certain.
But love? If paying a million dollars means I get to get the kind of love like the ones in novels, trust me I would. Somewhere deep inside, I'm still a hopeless romantic. Though love seems to have failed me every time. But it doesn't work that way. Love isn't something certain, there isn't a manual for you to look up and follow steps 1 to 7 to find love.
I guess life is easier/better when the thing missing in your life is something certain, something physical like money, rather than something so uncertain, like love.
But well, the grass is always greener on the other side, and humans are never thankful for what they have.
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