[An old work | just a short one | 2016. Also posted on my blog.]
There are times that I really felt frustrated., because I am not satisfied to the outcome of my fruit of labor. It felt that even I exerted more effort, it’s just not enough. I’m not enough.
I felt disappointed to myself. Mad, even. Blaming myself, which causes me scars.
Scars of distrust, it’s creeping in…
It’s damn tiring.
But I realized…
Maybe I’m just expecting more. I’m just pushing myself to do the things which is not really for me. Maybe I’m just thinking and afraid about what other people might say, judging me with the words, thinking that they already knew me already.
Maybe I’m just afraid to do something that I could enjoy myself.
I’m just worrying about the standards.
Not to the things that I would like to do.
I’m suppressing that burning passion inside me, just to be the one of the best people that man could ever think of.
And I would like to change that perspective starting today.
I want to be free.