story about a girl.

I must’ve rewritten the post like fifteen thousand times.

sometimes I wonder, what are we doing and what is out purpose here.

to work hard and make lots of money? for who? for what? and who is to sat for when?

when is it ever enough? and when is it time to ever stop?

one of the top regrets heard on deathbeds: I wish I didn’t work so hard.

I can’t stop thinking.