Happy Birthday

I think I'm getting older by a degree after more than two months growing up around real working adults other than my own family. Now I can see how people become slaves of money just to find a can of hope for their survival every other day. I guess having a family of your own turns life into a whole new meaning? With all that responsibilities, the duties of being somebody to someone, to love unconditionally.

One day I came home from work to an empty house and it felt so depressing and lonely. The tv was on all the time, but all I heard was the dead echo of my breath bouncing from the lifeless things we ever own in the house. 

Dad said that it would be pointless to pursue a job that don't generate big money, but I detest him on that because I have a different ideology of the value of money compared to a fulfilled life. That is : a life that you crafted with your own decisions by heart, not being controlled by materialistic pursuits. I hate to lose in a debate, but now my dad thinks he's right because I was too hormonally emotional to beat him. 

My birthday on Monday was probably the best day of the year by far. It was not because there was a huge celebration, but it was such a nice feeling to hear simple things like "Happy Birthday" from people you have known and those you just met. This year I got more wishes than ever. They're just words, but it's more than enough for me. Simply wonderful.

I'm looking forward to it, but sadly I'll be off to a new office next week, so I won't be seeing those people that I really enjoyed being friends with at the base office for at least 2 months. Woooshh! Off to new adventures, new people, new environment - all over again.