This part of my life is called pursuit, pursuit of everything. Morning till night I run, I pursuit something that I don’t know. Some time I think myself have I pursuit for something? I never get any satisfy able answer from myself. But I can feel my pursuit.
Sometime I think that I pursuit for my past life. Everyone just passed from graduation school and enter into new job must pursuit his past life once a day. I am not a very much nostalgic though I feel that was my golden era.
Just after that I feel I pursuit for my future, for a better life. In a materialistic society everyone are in a rat race, some time I feel I am tired, I am tired within I years. Fucking life, Am I a looser? Nope, I am not a looser; I still know I can do whatever I want.
