Is it all worth it? I'm talking about all the things we do. This post is going to be quite the rambling one, a kind of rant, something that is on my mind, but I can't quite classify it. It is something undetermined, and if you are not up to it, you don't have to read it. But, on the other hand, you never have to read ;) it's a free world (or so I've been told).
So, is it worth it? All the work we do? Going to work, coming home, making money, spending money, blogging, ad sense affiliate, etc. I can't even see the end of it all. And for what? I understand that it is a cliche and all, but, are we just slaves to our own faults, to money? What happened to love? Is it still here? Or did we sell it when we sold our souls for what ever reason? Damn it!
I kind of lost my thought here. My head is a mess, and I don't even know why am I writing at all. I had a dream last night. I was there, by the lake, in the most beautiful town on Earth. All the people I've ever loved were there, except for one person that I love the most and whom without I don't think I can live. Honestly! And everyone spoke to me, it was like the world revolved around my littleness, and the assumption was that I am happy. But I wasn't. I wanted everything to end as quickly as possible. There was something missing and I knew what it was. I just didn't want anyone else to know about it. I was so relieved when I woke up.
Actually, I'm not sure what I wanted to say...