Hey, let me introduce myself. I'm Tina, 26 years old woman. And honestly, I haven't posted this blog since a hundred years ago. For these long time, I have been quite happy with my life. That's euphimism of quite sad for the rest. How can I come up with this such elegic phrase? "My Bitter Story"? Well, I have been doubtful about my own life happiness. I've been questioning about being cheerful, but inside dreadful. I've also been in the circumstances where people tell me "you should be more happy". But in the end, I'm just as melancholic, lamenting girl as I was.
My first bitter story is my failure as a person. I could have been a full person of my own. But because of my strict thoughts as a good Muslim and Asian girl, I should always obey whatever will be come to me, as long as it is my parents' decision. And this first bitter stories started here. Well, at least now I know that my life is my own responsibility. I was mistakenly taking everything as my parents decision. Well, that was my own.
Secretly, I am always lamenting this kind of failure. If I bring it on conversation, my mother will always laments about it too. And my father, as always, implicitly blame me for it and then try to motivate me with his gentle words. But it never changes me.
I write this kind of blog not to lament about myself, but to figure out what's the meaning of life, and why we come up with the idea of our bitter self, why don't we just accept all this misery as somewhat part of life. Why it is very hard to accept life as it is-as reality that we see.
Well, that's all I can share to you. What about you? Do you have any bitter story?
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