Life is a story, an unpredictable one.
When I was little, I always thought that life is predictable just like how stories in a book can be spoiled by someone who read them first. We live, grow, socialize, dream, fall in love, and eventually die. Everybody go through that phases, those boring phases.
I am born in a poor family. I once have this mindset that if I’ll do good in school, my future will also be as good as what my mother dreamed it to be. So I did everything to make my parents proud.
I always thought that I’ll reach my goal smoothly, just like how I predicted it to be. But then reality is a traitor. It slaps me so hard in unexpected times. I started to be lost and fell into a great despair. I got into a point where I question my worth and my future. That’s when I got into my senses. Who are they to predict my future when I’m the owner of my self? That’s when I realized that finally, my mind got its bird’s-eye view. I can now vividly see the real picture of life.
Life’s not a predictable story. It has tons of turns and twist. Nobody can predict someone’s future just by judging on how they behave in the present nor by the mistakes they’ve committed in the past. Life’s is not boring story, besides it’s a story that will struck the deepest nerve of your curiosity , requiring you to beg for another page.
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