Back in the old days, people used to live in small villages, helping their family manage the farm, tend the chickens and milk the cows. It was a simple life, indeed, yet they were happy. Happy to breathe the fresh
I once thought that happiness came from achieving a big milestone of success, like graduating from a good college, getting a fat paycheck every month, finding the love of your life, buying a new home and raising talented kids. It’s what everyone — including my parents, teachers and friends — has nudged me to pursue as my ‘destiny’.
Last night, I couldn’t sleep.
I tried to, but no matter how many freaking sheeps I counted or how slow I tried to breathe, I couldn’t get myself to fall asleep. The Hong Kong milk tea I had drank earlier (which surprisingly has the same amount of caffeine as a cup of coffee does) that evening was a lot stronger than I had anticipated.
So what did I do?
Last week, someone emailed me, upset and wondering why I hadn’t been writing as many posts as I did before in the past.
What happened, Tiffany?!
As someone who owes most of her success to her fans, I felt bad for letting him down and for not delivering. I don’t like disappointing people in general, but sometimes it’s necessary to take a break from work in order to get back on track with who you are and the reason why you write.
“Brush teeth. Go to work. Come home. Eat dinner. Sleep.Brush teeth. Go to work. Come home. Eat dinner. Sleep.”
These were the words of someone mumbling under his breath as he brushed his teeth in front of the mirror — a mantra he has recited over the years to keep himself sane.