Mask is good for crying

Masks do good to me for that I no longer need to hide behind my tissue paper. Thing that should go its way goes its way. Emotion that should flow this way follows its way.

People have been claiming that wealth doesn’t bring joy. Truly, it doesn’t mean joy at all in any way. So, please go ahead to drown me in an ocean of wealth til I’m suffocated and dead because I can’t find myself happy when I’m rich nor when I’m broke. Yes, the dollar sign $$$ does NOT mean anything at all – not even how much one could spend because of the fucking terrible inflation or stagflation – a term I’ve recently picked up from the financial news. Finance, which I innocently ponder to be a key helping us to get closer and closer to abundance in life, from my perspective, is one of the reasons why the other majority seem to be way much richer than I have always been.

People don’t only say buillshit like this. The second golden principal goes like: Live your everyday life like it’s your last one. Hello? If today was the last day of my life – pathetically but fortunately short, I would just spend all of the money in my bank right now and live the happiest day in my life. Would I still get on that stupid stinky elevator to drag myself to the workstation for the business that I don’t bother to care? Would I keep replying to the brainless and ruthless customers’ messages on the obsolete mobile phone provided by my company which is too obsolete to even just barely sense my finger touch with a retarded keyboard?

Stupidity is as simple as how it looks like, or, how it actually is.