Mood of the day (2)

While walking to the MRT today, I thought of something that I would like to share here.

From Monday to Thursday, I wish that Friday would come. From Friday night up to Sunday, I would be wishing that time would stop.

I suddenly thought that I am spending 65% of the week wishing for time to pass fast. How ironic but do we really want our youth to pass us by?

How many years of 20+ years old do I have left before I turn 30?

Imagine yourself buried in work for 8 hours everyday (even worse if you work more than 8 hours a day). After work, you go immediately to bed and wake up to the next day for work again.

Doing some computations, here's a breakdown of my life so far:

1) 22 years of studying
2) 3.5 years of working
3) 1.5 years of living life (ie weekends)

I suddenly feel envious for people who have found the eventual goal of their life. (Eg music, volunteer work, religious teacher)