Memories are created by our brain. If I think back, most of my memories are a bunch of mumble jumbo. Very random, I remember standing in my living room and watching the celebration of Hongkong coming back to China on TV in 1997. I was 10 years old. It is possible that my grandma was there and she cooked chicken wings, 6 maybe, and I was eating that and listening to my dad saying something about Hongkong.
The 10 year old me would never imagine how I am living now. My friend said that I am not happy or living a happy life; she is right. I just don’t know how to make it change. Some days, I sit at work thinking about what other jobs I can do. For the next 10 years, I imagine that I would be doing something that I love. But I am still searching what that would be.
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