Sometimes I wonder what is the meaning of life. Trying so hard to escape from our hometown, to get a small piece of land in a crowded and dirty city, to get a house without garden. And have to be extremely smart to own a house with garden which is regarded as a villa. A villa with small garage and garden to grow some plants and vegetable when we are retired. We can easily have a house with good view, a large garden where we can plant whatever we want, a lake if we want to have a lake-viewed house, a field for the running dog and so forth. I just wonder what is the point…
