Adult Thinking I

What makes a business successful?

Business is something of no one's business when they were loaded with money in the first place. This particularly applies to children from age 7 to 11. During that period of time, younger generations who have older generations as their parents tend to switch the immature focus on education in hope of reinvesting the knowledge garnered into monetary benefits in the future, or they simply do what people in their community do as a death-in-the-odds strategy. When I was young I never thought further than the most efficient execution of the assigned homework of the day, lest humiliated either socially or mentally in the next. It is not a common opinion but I have no friends because I have no money. I do not want to talk about it.

In a very young age of 21 I helped my father put restaurant financial data into Excel sheet, and was paid $150 monthly. After a long financial struggles and losses, the restaurant finally succumbed to its financial bleeding and rolled its carpet in three months of business. I gave up, and I still do.

When I first attended this life, I had not expected life to be smooth as butter. In fact, I did not expect any life to begin with, neither did I expect butter. Then I went to Japan with my father's fund. It was, I believe, the family's retirement savings. I accidentally made them invest almost entirely for my life in Japan. I never told anyone but I was bewildered and lost my place in this world, which I knew everyone, or majority of the population do experience, and most even go through it and turn out successful. I never told anyone that I never told anyone this, but now you knew that I never told anyone that I have spent those funds just to find a relish escape from the thing I called reality. Going to Japan was the key to my redemption, I thought, or was it an egoistical way to vent my anger towards the occassional unyielding arguments of me with my father.

Still I wonder, alone, what is the purpose of my life? It is too soon to die, and I'd have given my life to those worth more; people who are suffering real depression, or being bullied.

I have always loved America. Land of setting sun, uncle Sam, and aids. The United States of America has helped many countries in financial aids. Coronavirus disease came from Wuhan Province China. I have missed Christmas and thanksgiving. I miss sitting with my family on dinner table and talking about life, or saying grace before the meal. I miss Halloween and Best Buy. I also missed walking around Hollywood just for fun, or the Google Headquarters in Mountainview, just for fun. The thing is, I was never born in that country nor have I physically been associated with it. It is not like I hate the fume of incense in front of my bedroom, or ceramic floor, or rice with stir-fry side dishes, but there is no fellowship in the reality in which I am represented in, and the more thoughts I pour into it the more realistic and vivid the loneliness and solitude become.

I want to dye. First I have no money, and second, I love the color chrome yellow, but think it may look weird for a hair-do. Let me ask a rhetorical question. What does a child love to do the most in his/her life? Sex? Again. I did not imply that children like sex. I was asking a question which I'd provide the answer to, if I knew, yet I did not, thus I proceeded to ask politely what genders are normally present in kids

What makes one's life so successful and owning a swimming pool, while some are swimming in the pool of abyssal depression and lacking funds?

They did not save enough, probably. I made a controversial investment in Samsung Galaxy Tab S6. It has been a splendid device, but it cost my annual lunch money, and I am now slowly starving to death, scientifically. I hope I will hang my necktie soon. It got soaked from cleaning just now and I had already done the 20 coin drying with the big pile. I did not want to waste any more nickel on a small tie, let alone a necktie

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