Since I was a kid, I have been living a great life. I moved from city to other city, made a lot of friends and experienced different things. As I grow up, my expectation of life is getting higher. When I was 12, I told my parents that I wanted to go to the most well-known junior high school (at that time I was in Manado). They were very supporting and encouraging. I got enlisted!. Somehow, I was not satisfied enough that I challenged myself by taking acceleration class. I asked for my parents's approval as the cost was higher, and fortunately they were both agreed. I took the acceleration class which turned out very tiring. The fortunes came continuously as I mostly seated on top 3 ranks, got accepted in a prestigious high school and university.
One day, I dreamed to see the ancient architectures in Europe, join the international conference, visit some places in other countries that I only see on television and work in multinational company. God must be very kind to me as He made every each of my dreams came true.
However, the situation is slightly different for me now. It takes longer than it used to be, than I thought, to attempt my goals. Facing the failure is not easy, keeping your mind to be positive is not a simple action. There must be some times that we think it's the hardest, in particular when looking at our friends and people asked you many questions. You may be disappointed and worried, but I think that's human being. I felt those too. That is life, ladies and gentlemen. It has ups and downs.
Even so, I keep believing that I just have to be more patient in waiting the time. The recipe are being grateful for your past, thinking positive for the future, giving the best effort for now. Because every little thing you've obtained and passed has its own meaning.
You might fell a lot, but then you just have to bounce higher, like a child on a trampoline. Nothing should be regretted.
Today, I read a good quote. It said...
"Don't judge me. I am not ashamed of trying. Every journey has to start somewhere".
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