time.. timeless..

time is cruel.. and we spent most of the time in the job.. yeah i know.. job is needed and for sure.. there must be some work.. there always was and always will be.. i have a strange urge in me.. telling me, that i spend approximately 8 hours [2/3] of the day [12 hours] in some job.. for sure, if i would live in the countryside, i would need to take care of some field.. and for sure.. without the work we cannot live, because work = money and money = living.. thus we all need to work..

why i have the urge, that i my life is running through my fingers, like the water or sunny sand? is it telling me, that this is not the right job for me? that i should do something different? something what would fulfill my heart with joy and not just my wallet with money?

there is a marvelous girl.. a friend of mine.. and she will maybe fly to tibet.. as a volunteer.. it means, that she will pay all the costs.. and i really admire her.. thats the life.. fucking money, we are living just once.. the experience.. the life.. the joy.. the love.. the pride.. is beyond compare.. money? pfff.. no no no.. life!

i am not saying, that i do not need money.. just that the money are an instrument.. not life.. just the instrument.. you can borrow them and then give them back.. work harder and you will have more.. but still there is nothing like changing lifes.. borrow joy and then give it back..

you can live through the experience, joy, smiles, love, pride, sadness.. but you cannot live through the money.. never