Everybody lives a different life and everybody walks a different way. For me, what is going to be the next? I try to figure out where I am going, but I seem to be lost at the beginning. Is it because I chose the wrong direction? Or am I that stupid that I could not totally fit in this field?
I still remember my last year in high school. I was exhausted. I was frightened at the idea what if I failed the entrance exam. Well, I failed once. I always know I am not the genius type. But I am 33 now. I might have 30 or more years to live. But I still don’t know what I like most. The failure 14 years ago is still like a nightmare that I will never forget. Now I have this, sitting at home and waiting. What I should do?
Writing? No, I like reading more. I cannot put a thorough story all together. I believe that literature is a mirror of life. My life is boring to write.
Doing business? Who am I kidding?
I prayed so long to God, but I never really got a response. I thought it was “patience” that I am learning. Is that all? Who can answer me?