One would think that by the age of 30 would have acheived a certain amount of experience and knowledge about what life is about and how to look at life. Frankly speaking, the more I know, the more discouraged I get about where society and ultimately myself is heading towards. As I progress through my career and going through life as they say, I have somewhat lost the plot. What am I working towards, for what, for who, for what reason?

 

I've grown up in an environment where I've been taught to be better than others. I struggle for acceptance from a very young age. My education, my family, my religious beliefs, my cultural background (as a Chinese) and lately my career and my earnings. Never really succeeding in any of it, however, it doesn't really matter. It has all taught me a lot, but not enough for me to appreciate any of it, in the broadest sense of the word. Has it brought me an ounce of happiness? Perhaps, there were moments, but nothing ever-lasting. Some people have their families, some people have their careers; just some sort of aspiration, but really for what? I ask myself, sometimes, what do I live for?

 

In the past I had dreams too, without any preconception or pre-notion of reality. Hahaha. I know it sounds stupid, i mean "pre-notion of reality". I suppose you can say, I never really wanted to grow up.

 

About 3 years ago, I found out about this place called Machu Picchu, Cuzco, Peru. If there is any dream that I have now, it would be to live on the mountains of Machu Picchu. It was after reading Diarios de Motocicleta, to be totally honest. I would live my life as a farmer, who still believes in the barter trading. Free from modern capitalism and contemporary society and culture. Life is simple and without prejudice. Wow...