I am pretty happy that more people seemed to look happy. I am staying too long in Instagram where everything appeared to be glamorous, simple but fun, delicately staged but quite creative, and life is interpreted as special that’s full of wonders to be discovered and shared to the world.
It’s like the piece of movie that you get a glimpse but we all don’t know the story of the journey, that the photograph at the bottom left took more shots than one until this particular light in this particular filter was perfect for publication.
In life, we often do not know the struggle, the heartache, the pain, and we thought success is easy. If it’s easy, everybody will be successful, but it’s not because it entails not just love and passion, but the actual time and energy to devote and accomplish not one time but series of sweat and blood works that have ultimate directions.
I am really being silly right now in my life. I know what I want and I am completely screwed on how to get them. I couldn’t figure out the heavy blockage, and I am too anxious to calm down. I am scared that if I don’t figure this out, I am going to lose my mind, yes that’s the worse that could happen.
I am still begging for miracle for the final week of May 2015. I hope one day, (which I’m sure it will certainly happen, I know it in my soul) I will read this post again and laugh at myself with all these confusions and utter with the sweetest smile and say, “God, you’ve always got my back, thank you and I love you too.”