Why I Was Being Bothered by So Special in Younger Years

   I was in the bus, heading to the gym. No congestion on the road, neither in the bus. Although there was a little bit smell of disel fuel, it was alright because I already got used to it.

   At the moment I was crossing on the bridge, I coincidentally saw the sky without any thoughts. I was peaceful just like flying a flock of birds in the sky.

   Suddenly, one thing popped into my mind: the question of why I was being tremendously bothered by the so special syndrome in younger years. I knew I wasn't born thay way in any respect, but I coundn't accept the way I was born with. It wasn't an aim high type dream at all, rather I should be good at everything no matter what I did.

   It's my deepest regret that I didn't realize to ask next obvious and logical questions such as what would be the purpose of being good at, and why I should be one of them ? And I was skipping the meaning of life in the middle of the progress approach.

   I was stranded all by myself, and was reluctant to ask some aids.