I have been so uninspiring lately…lifeless and story-less. Even when I pick up the phone and chat with my loved one, I would go on and on talking about work and all the bitter and sweet of it. Work. And why do I think about work so much? It’s a choice actually. I don’t have to if I want to, and now I know that I don’t want to.I’m pretty much future-oriented, that as crazy and spontaneous I am in living my life, I am also very structured in building and living my career path. I know what I want, and I am determined and focus. Not ambitious, just well-planned. At present, I now feel as if I am stopping on the left lane, reaching for my map thinking...