“Pig, where do you come from?” Robert asked.
“I went to the market to buy this box,” I said and showed him.
“What is it?”
“It’s a foam container box.”
“What is it for?”
“Well,” I put it on the table, “I am thinking of building a mini-studio to take photos or film of our product to promote on an online platform. And I decided to use this box to be the studio.”
“Take a photo!” Robert said with a smile. “Interesting.”
“Good morning,” Robert said.
“Good morning,” I said.
“Last night, you went to bed late. You should sleep more.”
“No need,” I said, then I went to get a shovel and went next to him. “It is enough sleep for me. I can't let you garden alone.”
“I think I am useless. I can't help you,” Robert said in a sad tone.
“Don't say that. You help me a lot.”
“I don't think so. I think I am stupid and dumb. I can't even learn how to write on a blog. I can't be like you.” He dropped his face.
“It's true you can't be like me,” I stated, “and you don't have to be like me. You have to be you.”
Robert raised his face.
“Though you change your face, your body shape or your behavior to be like me, you can't be me. It's impossible and it's not necessary to do that. What you have to do is you must be you. Trust me.” I put my hand on his shoulder. “Find yourself and be yourself. And I believe you can do it.”
“Um.” Robert nodded his head. His smile came back.
It was a cool night.
I and Robert were in the yard. He laid on the ground and I sat on a chair. Once in a while, he sighed.
“What's the matter?” I asked.
“Nothing,” he said.
“If there is nothing, why did you sigh?”
“Pitiful.”
“You?”
“No, you!”
I opened my eyes, “Why am I pitiful?”
“You work very hard. During the day you work in the garden. At night you work online. See? It is late at night and you're still working.”
I looked at the laptop that was laying on my laps, then I turned to Robert and spoke with a smile, “It is called a life. It has up and down like waves in the sea. When we are at a low level, we must work hard. When we are at a high level, we can take a rest. It's not pitiful, it's natural.”
“I see.” Robert wagged his head. “What are you doing?”
“I am creating videos to upload on my video account.”
“How many videos do you create?”
“The more videos the better.”
“Why do you make many videos?”
“Before, I uploaded three videos a day but now I have to upload five or more because the economy is not good, everyone needs to survive so they become content creators. Nowadays the online industry is so competitive.”
Robert sighed again, “So pitiful.”
“What are you doing, Pig?” Robert asked.
“I am submitting a new tax form to adsense,” I said.
“I remember that you said you stopped earning from youtube.”
“Yes, I did,” I said while my fingers were typing, “I closed my adsense but adsense didn’t allow me to remove it because of the threshold. I thought it would not be a bother, but they sent me recently to fill out a new form of tax. I thought of going back to adsense to find a way to remove it, but it turned out to re-open. I don’t have a clue what’s going on and why it is like this. Since I don’t want my head to spin around, I decided to re-partner with adsense. And now I must fill the tax form and submit it.”
“Doing a job with humans is complicated.” Robert sighed.
I wagged my head, “It’s my karma. It’s me myself who wants to be like a human while I am a pig.”
“Pig,” Robert called me. “There are many ding sounds from your phone.”
“I think they are notifications that there are comments on my videos,” I said.
“Videos?”
“Yes.” I walked out of the bathroom. “I am learning marketing. To remember the lesson, I have to take note but writing in a book makes me feel sleepy and bored, so I created my own way of taking note by making a video of each lesson that I learn, like a slideshow presentation, then uploading it onto a video platform. And there are a lot of comments.”
“They praise your videos, don't they?”
“Well, there were but a few. Most of them said I am showing off that I am skillful in marketing.”
“Hate comments!”
“It’s freedom of speech.” I smiled. “I don't mind.”
"You look not well, pig?” Robert asked.
“I didn't sleep for a few nights,” I said.
“Why?”
“I don't know. I just knew that I wanted to sleep but I didn't sleep.”
After saying that, I dropped on the chair. “I really want to sleep,” I stated.
“Well,” Robert touched his chin, “I think you should work out. My former boss had this issue and I heard his son told him to work out then his sleep returned.”
“Okay, I'll do it.”
Hurriedly, I jogged around the house.
"Is this world perfect?” Robert asked.
“No, this world is not perfect,” I said.
“Will it be perfect?”
I shook my head, “No, it won't.”
“It really can't be, can it?”
“Never and ever. Stop hoping for it.”
Robert sighed after hearing it.
“Pig, where do you come from?” Robert asked. “I went to the market to buy this box,” I said and showed him. “What is it?” “It’s a foam conta...
