My life is supposed to be good.Got someone who loves you as much as you do, got a good job whichis envied by many, got no burden from family, got no worries abouteveryday transportation, housing and other expense, got a good viewover the greenery from my balcony, got a spacy and cozy home tostay away from the chaos, got a personal fitness trainer, got apersonal banking consultant, got 2 homes, got an Audi, got ahappily-living parents, got close friends whom youcan talk to when you feel lonely,got a boss who believes you are the best one of all, got chances oftraveling all over the world in a free style, got the things inmind that the average doesn't. But am I gonna feel satisfied? Am Ireally the non-average? Why can I hear the noise at late night'ssleep? Why can I hardly shut my eyes? Why do I still, have thesequestions unanswered? Why are there so manywhys?
Life is not good without thepeace of mind. Man gets sick and crashes when they lose the balanceof life. In all history, those who lives however fabulously, inwhatever terms luxury or dignity can name it, they die with theirfresh and bones burned to ashes.
Fortunately, some of them live on in people's hearts, someof them don't. The physical body is gone, while the spirit remains.I remembered once I read a short essay, with a punch line whichstrikes me with tremendous power: PROSPERITY TO THE EXTREME, ENDSUP TO A PATCH OF DUST.
Now, you know what you are supposed to seek in yourlife?
-- Thanks to Binbin,for his powerful interpretation of the witty punchline.
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