Monologue

Opening Scene:

- In front of computer, eyes shows no sign of life, papers flipping, steps hurries from one place to another.

- situation: White, windowless.... Suits wearing Humans (the horror).

Survival of the fittest.

I like to think i am ok with working, or rather where i am right now, but i am not.

I probably can stay and linger on, just come what may and i will swallow it, but no.

I realized life is just too short to "stick it out", to "maybe it will be better".

If God gave us hands and feet and brains, then by all means, we can actually do something about it.

Actually, things are happening too fast, i used to be resistant to change, but now i welcome it, change is good, it helps you filter things out fast, who knows if you might just vanish tomorrow suddenly? Then at least however short of a time you have, you did what you could.

On a happier night, working made me love my nephew a lot more, s happy to see him smile when i get back home, sometimes would just stay home to play with him when i could go out and hang with friends.

Life is a lot more, i think, it's up to you when you wanna say stop.