Searching for a life worth living for.

Here I am staring blankly at this blank space, trying to find a word or two to describe how I feel. For the first few minutes, I really couldn't think of anything. Even when I started typing, I couldn't find the right words and kept pressing on the backspace tab. What has gotten into me?

Perhaps the lifeless and stressful environment had got the best of me. I no longer feel the passion, hope and the "what-a-wonderful-world" feeling every time I wake up in the morning. I feel dreadful, in denial and forced.

People says we work for money in regardless of whether we are happy or not. Money drives everything, even we don't like it.

Seriously, is that a way to live? We can never get back the things that we lost in time, not even with the money that you so called struggled to earn.

It is a life well lived with passion and happiness that is worth fighting for, not a life that is valued by money.

It has been a few months since I started to struggle with that thought. But I've already reached a point of no return. I am at a junction where decision is already made. I will head to the other direction. I am moving on.