Nobody's pefect

   Nobody is perfect including myself. Sometimes, it's very hard to accept where I am. Especially, if it is far below my expectations, I am not sure this is the right word, but furious frustrations are right there, all over me. But that doesn't necessarily mean it is the end of a story. Period. Rather, things are not that easy almost all the times. Scars out of this incident always leave behind hurting memories on people, one way or the other. It doesn't have to be good or bad. An influence to interpret on own ways between involved parties lasts for so long.

   I didn't know why it was so hard to take as they were and to move forward whatever it take. I felt like being shaded by an umbrella at least unconsciously. It was not like a positive attitude to confront with the way thery were. Maybe I believed in  a destiny more than a lucky fate I could possibly have, as given to me unconsciously as well.

   That was half right. After all these years, I have begun to realize three things: I am not perfect. I am not that lucky as I thought I would had. And I have to put an extraordiary effort in order to get something I want to. And the most of all, I can't be everything I want to be.

   And I am lucky enough to be healty to feel that way at last.