#2: What really matters to me?

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Or to be more specific, what things really makes me feel “happy” when I’m doing it?

This is one of the questions I keep asking in my mind recently.

So I tried to recall my childhood memory…… It seems that I feel more comfortably when alone, reading or in the woods.

Watched Kevin Breel’s speech on TED several times last night, and it made me keep thinking about of these old days. Am I felt the real depression at that moment? Or it’s just simply sadness? I tried to tell the difference...but in vain. I remembered that I didn’t fall a drop (even a tiny bit) when my grandfather passed away. On the other hand, when my grandmother passed away, it takes me few month to finally realize that she’s gone, for good. I didn’t cried until the funeral is over. Maybe my brain keeps telling me to stay calm until everything has settled down. It seemed that I usually depress my true feeling when facing some big moments in my life. Or I’m just a cold hearted person?

It’s getting colder in Taipei now (finally feels like Autumn here), and one of the good things is that the season for whiskey is coming!

PS. This is the very first time I tried to express my thoughts and feelings in English, sorry if any grammatical errors happened.