I think I know what is strangling me before, now and maybe tomorrow and the day after. It is because I care too much of what people think. The urge of not liking to be seen dumb by others. Perhaps that is why I was so stress out everyday. Trying to be someone who I am not. Sometimes we just have to let go and be satisfied with who we are but if we are still not. Its okay, just keep improving. Above all the most important thing is...
-us being friend to our ownself-
"Do you know what I hate the most in this world, NoHR?" I read his sentence one after another on the screen.
Casually I tap on the keyboard, "What?"
"Those who are born with talent. People like you." I stretch the end of my right lips upward.
"Why?"
"People like you need less effort to achieve something compared to people with no talent like me."
I know one more sentence from me might lead to a huge debate. So I remain composed just stare at the words that linger around my finger like strings.
'Have talent or not. Whatever it is. We are who we are. It is our own decision to climb the ladder or step down. If you envy those who have talent I'm not saying it is wrong. But personally not those who have talent that I envy, but those who fall millions of time but never give up.'
Sincerely,
Lemoness a.k.a NoHR
