Reading books is certainly the happiest part of my life. It's all well and good, but it sometimes makes me wonder for what I am running. Renting a house right next to a big library will do a enough good to me, and yet wouldn't cost much. Though my nature to pursue the better self pushes me to get through, sometimes it's not strong enough to defeat my feeble and lazy self. Perhaps I'd better find something that I desire, but cannot afford in any way so that my laziness would not dare to speak up. On the other hand, however, I am afraid I might be miserable then. Oh, life is so complicated.