Life's always good for me, until the time I miss my sleeping hour and start falling sick.

I couldn't find peace at work.
The noise is loud.
My muscles are in tension.
I'll be interrupted anytime.

There is moment in afternoon that I feel sleepy.
I wish I could just lay down somewhere and have a short nap.
But I couldn't slow myself down to have a rest.
I'm forced to stay awake, only to get my headache worse later.

Everything that you gain in life, comes with a cost that only comes clear to you later.

I'm lost.
I'm trying to locate things that truly matter to me.

Value that's not an expectation of others.