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A place where I note down littles of my life to share with my dear friends.
What's the meaning of life? Does it follow a natural course..completing studies, work, start a family, grow old and die? Recently, I have been pondering on this question. Now, I really feel that life is too boring and routine. I work up every weekday to work then go home and the cycle continues. Seems like a few of my colleagues and friends are also questioning themselves. Why do we need to work? so that we can have money. Why do we need money? so that we can afford things which we want and able to enjoy life. But how are we going to enjoy life when 5 days a week we are busy with work?
I happen to pick up a storybook in library, or rather a diary of a gal who suffered from an incurable spinocerebellum degenerative diease. The title is " one litre of tears". It moved me a lot, being brought into her world, from discovering her illness and gradually worsening of her condition. She cherished every bit of chance to walk on her own, something we have so taken for granted. The love of her family for her was enormous, even after her life slowly fades away. A storybook I strongly recommend :)