I remember over ten years ago I was a very tough young girl. Life was hard, but I didn't complain much. I woke up every morning to a new hope "today will be better" and went to bed with a grateful heart "thank God I survived another day."
I had faith, always tried to find the positive side of every situation, accept things as they were, believe life would get better.
And now, ten years later, through all the struggles, life lessons, experiences, my life is much better, but I am not getting any better. I complain about every thing every day. I lost hope, always seem to find the negative side of every single thing going on in my life. Whatever is not right, is wrong.
Was being tough too tough for me? Did I stop learning? How have I become a lost creature in the lost world? Am I adjusting to society's insanity? Why am I who I am today? What do I do to be a better me?
What about you?
