How to getting rich is the topic of my reading class today. There are 13 students who joined the class and all of them agree that money can buy everything and it’s important.
During the class I remember my mom (haha, why I always write about her lately), she will have an operation soon because of appendicitis, I just wondering why she end up like that, I started comparing people who didn’t have much money but seemed healthy and enjoying their lives and wondered what was wrong with the way my mom see her life. I still dont get it. Every time I remember her and look her, I can not feel anything, no sympathy, just numb feeling.
You always have the choice to be happy. Maybe not for my mom, maybe she forgot or she dont know about how to be happy. I dont know, thats what make me angry, I can not figure it out, I can not talk with her, I dont know her at all. Isn’t this funny, I was born from her and her husband’s sperm, she breastfed me for almost 10 years but I’m a total stranger to them, what they have been doing for 30 years after she gave birth to me. Isn’t there a bit of any connection between the two of us. This is why I really want to go far, call it run away, I want to get away from everything and free myself from everything. I want to die alone.
He had played his part, fashioned his role, perfected man’s one duty, which is only to be happy. Not for long, no doubt. He had destroyed the obstacle, and this inner brother he had engendered in himself — what did it matter if he existed for two or for twenty years? Happiness was the fact that he had existed.