Another year passed by, and another winter came, but it felt
like I was stuck in the same place for years. Maybe this is the third winter
passing by, and wishing that the next winter will take me to a better place.
But I am praying this time that next winter may change everything and that all
my hard work and pains will pay off! Cause it really hurts to see the shift in
a year and be in the same place where I am constantly trying to take myself at
least one step closer to my dream.
But again, one thought crossed my head several times that
death would be easier, though I am not that loser! I won't give up; I will fight,
I will fight to the last breath, and I will surely cross out every bucket list
I ever dreamed of. I am going to make everything more than fine. Yes, that's
it!
Haa? What did you ask again? You want to know about my 2022? If I describe 22 in a word, it would be "Mess ."I loved some people more than ever; I also lost some loving people. But if I count, lost >> stayed >> new. Anyway, I don't regret it at all! This is life, the flow, and I am happy with the flow. Maybe. After all, I am stronger than ever, I guess, more mature than the last year.
This year I understood that luck will never be in my favor and I shouldn't count on luck ever! I need to work hard and harder to turn fate in my favor. It's like Ralph Waldo Emerson once said:
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In Sha Allah, better days will come!
ReplyDeleteTill then keep praying to Allah.