Back In Japan...

Coming back to Japan, everything doesn't feel the same anymore.  As I was riding a train back home at 8pm, I saw the difference already.  Inside my car, everyone was dressed in a suit, going home (or drinking) with their worn out faces, only to face another day.  When I was in LA, I saw parents enjoying time with their children, friends hanging out at a 7pm weekday game in Dodgers Stadium.  There wasn't a single suit in sight. 

I enjoy my work, or do I?  I'm not so sure, looking at all the lifeless faces around me.  Perhaps I'm being bought into this society conducive for work, and I haven't realized how much of my soul has been eaten away from this.  I have to really think about where I am right now, where I want to go from here.