For past few weeks, I've been internal monologuing to myself about my life. About what I've accomplished, about how did I get here, about everything that's been happening in my life. It's a weird one. It's not a struggle, it's just a wonder. It's a guessing game. It's a poetic gesture although I have non of poetic traits. Everything in my daily life, I've been thinking about the past. How much fun it is in the past, living close to home, having a simple life, daily struggles, night drive, cafe hunting with my wife, saving up to buy furnitures instead of targeting for the big things. The only thing for me is that I know myself, I know that I'm always looking forward for something big. For something more than what I already have at that point. It's a healthy trait to have, to always challenging yourself but it's not a satisfaction that I could get because of nothing that I want, I get. I want to buy a house. I want to see my parents f...