Japan, your society makes me sad sometimes
Countless people — my parents, relatives, teachers, heck even strangers — have told me the keys to living a fulfilling life: money doesn’t matter, do what you aspire to do, experience everything, take care of your loved ones and your health, and have fun with your lifelong friends…. because at one point in your life, you’ll be too old to enjoy these things and sometimes all the money you’ve earned really can’t compare to all the fun things you could have done during the time spent working for that money. Memories last forever, money does not. Part of me admires each of their philosophies of life, part of me wants to do what they just said, and go out into world with a carpe diem mindset that tomorrow may never come — but there’s also a part of me, in fear that I may not be happy 10 years from now, full of regrets about things I wish I had done but didn’t. And how the root of all dissatisfaction will be from me, as of right now, incapable to doing the best I can with opening a new chapter in my life. Or not having a dream, a certain goal that I can work towards. What do I want to do? Who do I want to be?
How can I be a better human being?