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The problem with life is that most of the time, the life doesn't match the dream. Most of the time when I envision what my life would be like in the future, I can easily see myself handling more responsibilities, being more successful. Strangely enough, it is often difficult to imagine myself being happy and content with life; I never see myself engaging in work that I am passionate about. Constantly, my thoughts are about how I should definitely live life so that I would be happier, but how do I really do that?
A sense of jealousy always creeps into me whenever individuals speak of their passion, and how it has always been deep inside of them. How can it be so obvious for some, and infinitely elusive for me? Anyway, too tired. I'm never coherent enough to write anyway.
A sense of jealousy always creeps into me whenever individuals speak of their passion, and how it has always been deep inside of them. How can it be so obvious for some, and infinitely elusive for me? Anyway, too tired. I'm never coherent enough to write anyway.