Bitter again...
I don't know why I ever stopped being bitter in the first place. I should just stay in the bitter place.
I thought my last year's quarter-life crisis was bad but boy was I wrong. I'm questioning my values that define success. Am I really successful? What do I really have? All that I have is temporary. Everything could be taken away from me in a heart beat and I am powerless to do anything about it. Understanding one's mortality is through understanding how fragile life is. Wehn will I feel the joy? the joy of being perfectly content about all that I have. Not wanting more and not trying to out do everyone else. Bitterness is sinking in.. finally.