Live to work or work to live?

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ3unIz72jP_32tkN7zkyGN7X8ePHljYn3EEfQSKrBhsNIHgc3gfU0rj3ju-uYX3eNWo4WHiXyLjVo90tIfJVT-FL_oWA7dt7iKYVRAeIH1073nSL1IQ4hDRsUPIm6BFxy-4JayeOP1dCU/s1600/tumblr_lqe3zaKd8J1qkzqp3o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ3unIz72jP_32tkN7zkyGN7X8ePHljYn3EEfQSKrBhsNIHgc3gfU0rj3ju-uYX3eNWo4WHiXyLjVo90tIfJVT-FL_oWA7dt7iKYVRAeIH1073nSL1IQ4hDRsUPIm6BFxy-4JayeOP1dCU/s320/tumblr_lqe3zaKd8J1qkzqp3o1_500.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Who can tell me what’s the meaning of live? I am a little confused by my thoughts. I though for a while lonely. By the end I summary my own answer that is I work to afford my life and work will become my life.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqlhfXoLQWRdeuRoK0-LWJoJs9bdYyBt229JngtJfPWF8TdHLol7Bg84V5SMa-Kjd-68pvlzM34S9V57XHjOBMl5v8pFCFIN-6DlRuet6hP0nuRDcDnGoJSkKqwaTdga44Da-pXJb6_hBI/s1600/b98c5_dreamjob.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqlhfXoLQWRdeuRoK0-LWJoJs9bdYyBt229JngtJfPWF8TdHLol7Bg84V5SMa-Kjd-68pvlzM34S9V57XHjOBMl5v8pFCFIN-6DlRuet6hP0nuRDcDnGoJSkKqwaTdga44Da-pXJb6_hBI/s1600/b98c5_dreamjob.png" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I define my life is live to work before 35 years old. I am willing to devote all my time and efforts to work. In other words, I am working very hard for a visible promotion and long term professional career. I would like to earn more and more money in order to  afford my life and my family. Through hardworking, I’m able to meet my dream of material life, such as house, car, beautiful things and so on. The all what I’ve mentioned are a preparation for my future life. I believe the high quality life won’t be far under the firm financial support. As a member of young generation, I have no reason to stop fighting  for a better life. There is no doubt that hardworking is the most practical way to realize my dream. So I want to say that I will choose live to work as I’m young. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Xzh-C06chUXWhGOaUz-a4k2PWeGXG2CGLlvFUnMKBylGL8oBv7ASidA3AJoccKBlLqLXa2a_gHLhfDJTGWLIPkpbyESdctyFs9natURXjgNmemlGyQ_HRXpu95dI6p62KkD_wvnoFrIC/s1600/work-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Xzh-C06chUXWhGOaUz-a4k2PWeGXG2CGLlvFUnMKBylGL8oBv7ASidA3AJoccKBlLqLXa2a_gHLhfDJTGWLIPkpbyESdctyFs9natURXjgNmemlGyQ_HRXpu95dI6p62KkD_wvnoFrIC/s320/work-2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">On the contrary, I choose work to live without hesitation after 35 years old. At that time, I will pay main attention to my family and life. It’s time to spend a lot of time and energy to my kid and family. I will enjoy life, and spend more money for travel, party, sports, charity and something else. It’s time to enjoy to do what I want to do without financial pressure. During the period, work just occupies  a  small part in my life. I earn money by work and have fun form work. I enjoy work but not only rely on it for fun.  </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcWBsBrdcyOjvKVfo4Yew0BrF37hFy-QmRvScrFmE4NDhm6qXh4746MxBsxFCXlpdeYNz1-NQJ4oJICypx3HAHIFhecU0Pz4-Mq_8-WLALx0DJMwdtIYpL5Fw5owUe6EwX6ybPLWnjVkg9/s1600/dreams.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcWBsBrdcyOjvKVfo4Yew0BrF37hFy-QmRvScrFmE4NDhm6qXh4746MxBsxFCXlpdeYNz1-NQJ4oJICypx3HAHIFhecU0Pz4-Mq_8-WLALx0DJMwdtIYpL5Fw5owUe6EwX6ybPLWnjVkg9/s1600/dreams.jpg" /></a></div></div></div>

Live to work or work to live?

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Quarter-life Crisis

<div style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="219" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh34YOKl8rtZOpaChUZYuzdJ7SD9DeTzWq-grzbLZNvbrJwcrj3WtMYw1r8FFysLDyovO4hOUWqMecaEzwQu02Bo12YxMF03Nxh_srJS8jsBAiuM0czIwJY_6Y9Zypdjaf6_h2soypqa9hW/s320/fly.jpg" width="320" /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> <br /></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> <img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifWOJ9AKKink4QbsU1cCXbIeF50OhByXQuFWvl5vyg7QiKEmR-8rKeHpiU4Or24qN1RNWrDNo-djJ8XYoIXg1JqlQ7p3dVn9OLETKQCPhq3nggjFNlsjdprJfInQvPgpe0s9EjpTA5KNlz/s320/create.jpg" width="320" /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> You look at your job... and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you.</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> <img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD3d0Ewp1_m1R9hyphenhyphen7UwcmodpcId6jc0z9mPHrZHTfij3Yb5v-4sBlra9nPyKdZ309mGwVL3-Jo6sx7Gh3n950G3sCEjHUHJWb4cCpFAzsxPu31UXuwktXnvkcrwX6Lq7Q_veoIBdlSMhUJ/s320/crises.jpg" width="239" /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you're doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap. Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself... and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender!</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> What you may not realize is that every one reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> This is called as Quarter-life Crisis."</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> <img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyt6dA2qYCTN8sidmxBX0hKdPXDAkDu7V546mwKlIx2-LOQbUq8fPLAYF7dFdF7pVhZ-4YKmZr54haoPSPkCYuNIJCPEhV8b0Meb-1I7EJABH6W-LI0iSPFrS5TmN0ZTkKkW0RYYsCTTPN/s320/quarterlife_crisis_shirt.png" width="320" /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></span></div>

Quarter-life Crisis

It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and ma...

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