THE BEAUTY OF LANGUAGE IS A BIG ASSET TO US LANGUAGE WORKERS.

My intention of sharpening my mother tongue has always been humbled by the utilitarian purpose of mastering English in my mind. I guess the reason for my purported disregard of Chinese is primarily out of a concern that I would put my livelihood at risk if I failed to be a professional English user and that language proficiency should be at the expense of all of my working as well as leisure time. This is even complicated by my disgusting towards those stereotyped propaganda of the state media which contains too many empty words and pompous rhetoric, despite once in a while, I find myself totally lost and intoxicated in those graceful and vivid portrayals of a certain character, a specific scenery or an thought-provoking philosophical idea. From time to time, I do have vowed to myself that I should finish the reading of all classic books, past and present, within a certain time frame, so that my limited life can be well spent. Yet for some reason or another, that grand project has either proceeded or been suspended, following an erratic course in the past bygone days. Having given a serious thought to the causes behind my indecisiveness, I conclude it is my pragmatism that has dictated where my efforts would be channeled to. In other words, I have been manipulated by a misconception that learning should merely serve for living rather than listening to the true callings of my heart. My adulthood seems not to be able to enjoy a greater scope of freedom in terms of my profession however disgusted I may have become with. Yet on closer inspection, my love of words appears to be afoot.