The older I get, the more I realize that life is not a Cinderella story in a children’s story book that I read when I was a child. There are only trials and experiences that must be continuously honed to mature myself.

Sometimes there are bad days, normal days and happy days. It depends from which point of view I look at it. Depends on my own desire to make myself happy or not.

Every situation, if my mind happy then even though the situation is difficult, but even though I’m stumbling, I can definitely get through it.

I should be grateful that I can still breathe, that people still need my help and that I can still live my life sane.

Complaining will not fix my situation, it will only worsen my emotions, mentally and physically.

Over time I understand how difficult it is for someone to be able to trust, to be able to open up to other, to be able to lean on or ask for help from others because in reality not everyone can understand sincerely.

The journey of life made me realize that many things lead to one thing after another and sometimes it is difficult to be able to make things run smoothly.

Sometimes I don’t always want to be strong, sometimes I also want to be like the others but I know that it’s just a dream that will never come true.

Maybe it’s because I’m the one who set myself up like that so that’s what they know about me. So when I’m not in my good state, it’s hard for them to believe that I can be as weak as them.

Under these conditions it made me think that this might be for the best. If they are happy then that is enough for me. Someone has to give in, especially when dealing with other humans. And maybe in my case, it would be much wiser for me to give in so that things can go smoothly for all.

Everything has a reason, I believe that time will show to me everything. At least maybe by doing good deeds, someday God will give me a sweet ending.