I really did not enjoy the job at all. I struggled for the last one month and found the job was not suitable for me. I hate advertising. If I like sth you have passion in it, no matter how much it takes I will rush it do it challenge it. But what I got is just suffering...no...no...that is wrong, totally wrong. I even dun hv the feeling of achieving and effort. There is no reason I have to stay there. I need rest. I am tired enough.
Every one who knows Shakespere must know his most well-known tragedy:
Hamlet and that famous line: To be or not to be, that's a question. As
for Hamlet, to be or not to be is quite a dilemma: he was doomed to be
a tragedy, whether to live or to die.
Perhaps everyone will confront the similar choice to Hamlet in his life sooner or later. To survive
or to die, to fight or to surrender, to win or to lose. He must make the decision himself. Fortunately, I haven't come to that crucial point yet. Up till now, my life is like a smooth sailing. Sometimes I ask myself: do I find the real meaning of life and death? Though I am going to be a biologist, I have no definite answer to that. But still I believe that I did find something in life.
When I ramble along in the peaceful field, hearing the twittering of birds, drifting in the fragrance of wild flowers, I will always praise the beauty of life and feel really happy that I'm still alive. When I learned the mysterious nature and the evolution of life, I was filled
with admiration by the greatness of nature. Life is a bestowing of nature, we have no right to smother, it's a part of universe.
I remember one day, when I felt so frustrated by those misfortunes in life, it seemed that I had done everything wrong and there was no remedy at all. I left home, wandering along the street, feeling sad and hopeless. It was then when I caught sight of the sunset. The sun was like a huge burning ball, flaring and shinning, it was so glorious and so brilliant. Soon the whole sky was flaming, the sun gathered its last energy burning thoroughly, like the solemn end of a tragedy. It
sunk slowly under the horizon, soon darkness fell around me.
I stood there unawaring of where I was. Tears ran down my face. A voice cried out in my heart: "I will wait, till the sun rises again, till the first sunshine on my shoulder." Perhaps that's the meaning of life. Everyone has his own sun and his own dream, and everyone has own
brilliant moment when his sun shines gloriously. We'll struggle and suffer in order to reach that brilliant moment. Nothing can stop us, no matter how hard, no matter how many times we fail. That dream, deeply rooted in our heart, is worthy of devoting our whole life to.
All of us want to see the sun shines again and want to catch that glorious moment to appreciate the real beauty of life. Life is like a long river, it will end someday and somehow. No one can escape from that eternal end, when that day comes, we'll say goodby to this colored world. A man's life is a man's song. Whether it's sad or happy, fierce or quiet, it's his own song. A song written in his own way with his soul, with his life. A man lived, did what he should do, found what he want, fulfilled his dream. He then died calmly. Because he knew that there was nothing to regret. He had seen evil and good, ugly and beautiful. Now it was all over, it was time for his play to close and gave the stage to newcomer. His song was going to end, but it would never diminish, it would become a tiny part of the chorus of the universe, and that will sing forever. Another man lived, struggled, but never reached his dream, for him, life was a perpetual nightmare, then he saw the twilight, they glimmered far in the distance, though he had no time and he would never got there, his heart was quiet, for he knew he had tried his best. His song might only be a faint cry but he knew it was just the prelude to the grand movement of that chorus.
He died happily, hearing the song were sung continue. The world is beautiful, because of warm sunshine and also because of its rain and storm. Only a man who has been drenched with tears can understand the real meaning of happy. Once a famous writer said in one of his novel: there is no real happy in life, but just one situation compared with another. The whole meaning of life lies in two words "hope and wait".
To be or not to be, it's all depends on a man's own attitude to life, on whether he appreciates the morning sunshine, whether he want to explore the beauty of nature. If the thunderstorms come, it all depends on whether he still firmly believes that the sun will rise again. Yes, the sun is going to shine, and it will shine even more brilliant. Do not cry, just wait and hope and fight. Life and death and the sunshine make the world. As they go round generation by generation, day by day, the world go round. Let's sing out our own song lauding life, lauding world.
I do believe I can find another good job. Just do it.
last photo with my friends
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