Life is beautiful
Do you wish to be a baby once again? Fewer problems @ fewer burdens @ happy-go-luck. This is something impractical. As a grow-up teenage or no longer a teenage, I feel a lot of pressure, burdens, problems, anxieties, depression and eating disorder. Life is always beautiful but somehow I feel something missing in my life. Money can’t buy happiness but it does make me happy at some point but it won’t last long. I don’t live for myself but I live for others. Life is full of statistic where I have to meet the demands of external force. I’m truly forgotten my dream. It doesn’t make sense at all. I’m asking myself “Where is my dream?”Due to dream circumference, I was always thinking about myself and not about others. I see the world as “all about me”, instead of “all about us”. I am motionless like “the road not taken”. When reminiscing on the past, I did not savored the good times and but ruminate about the bad times. Indeed, it freezes my heart and prevents me from moving forward. Remember the phrase “The road to success is always under construction – Arnold Palmer”. This post is kind like upsetting but it also homage the meaning of “life is beautiful” that I have to look forward.
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