Now I know why we are never satisfied, never be content, cannot find the REAL so-called inner peace. We work like horses--leaving our houses before the ray of the sun touches the roof of our houses and back home long after the sun has set.
We go to salons to 'beautify' ourselves, follow fashion and beauty styles in order to look good to other people. We will then feel refreshed, beautiful, and 'ready to conquer the world'. It actually only lasts a couple to few weeks before the urge to go back and visit the salon comes again, a few weeks before the urge to find those new style of clothes and bags and shoes comes again. And it happens again, and again.
What is actually our goal? Why does it feel as if we'd become like hamsters running on wheels? Is it possible that someone is actually watching us doing such foolish things, and probably laughing at us?
Then I found it. The goal. The destination. No matter how sophisticated the train we are riding on, how comfortable the seats are, how good the food is, if the destination is wrong...then those things are meaningless. Would you still ride the exclusive train with all those cool facilities if you know that the destination is to jump into a valley?
The train is this world, our lives. And the destination?
You owe yourself an answer to that. Don't buy a hanging answer. Keep asking, keep finding out until you find the answer.
