I thought, being naive and simple is the way to happiness. Being told so many times that I've been too tolerant I thought that's good, coz that's the way to make you feel happier in life, if you can accept what the others cannot. I thought that's good to forgive and leave the history behind, coz that's how you can have hopes in future, and create a better life. I thought that's good to accept how the others are different, Coz that's how you can understand, accept, and appreciate. I always thought giving can also make me happy, i did most of the time. But turns out that people are telling me that I am giving too much. And they cannot take it. It becomes a burden for them. What is too much? What is enough? I used to be so fuxking certain and confident in what I was believing. But right now, I somehow seem to be waken up, by the reality. And all in a sudden, I remember what has changed me… Then I realised, I was living in a paradise, a dream in the last few years. My best dream ever. I am alright, but just falling into the annual greatest depression. Self incongruence, a big one, a real big one. I am just trying my best to make the people around me happy, I didn't intend to give them pressure or whatsoever. But anyway, it turns out that I am wrong….
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