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IT'S JUST ME

I wrote this, to remind myself of how great my life is and how grateful I should be...and to efface my worries on a few matters....

So many things had happened lately and i learned so much from other people experiences. Growing up in a family of adults is different from any upbringings one might imagine. 14 years gap between me and my brother does not separate us, but somehow i wish i could be a more understanding sister...
My staunch little self always being so defensive upon so many circumstances.. but i guess, I'm beginning to understand my being... Sometimes, i really wish that I don't know much about other people life..sometimes I wish I don't listen to their huffs and puffs... So that, I could live this life freely without worrying too much about..almost everything... But life goes on as it was written, to whine is to be ungrateful... indeed I'm very grateful for this wonderful life of mine... There are more sufferings in the other part of the world.. and, I'm very aware of it...
Enough of this cowardliness... There is no such thing of 'knowing too much'.. In a way, Allah is giving me a preliminary knowledge of a bigger life that I might have to face in the future... Be Optimistic!

Comments

Pok Kam said…
Salam,

Be optimistic. Hmm.. that is one good approach to face our challenging life. Then as you grow older and wiser, you learn to be realistic too.
lara aisya said…
wei...bisnes apa?jual orang ke?

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