Acting Automatically

I just realized,

that sometimes when my friends insult me—saying that I’m retarded, useless, or a hopeless liar—I automatically become offended. I don’t stop to think, maybe they are right.

Maybe.

Hope You’ll Be Well, Friend

I’m sorry,

my friend. I was always discouraging you.

I told you everyday when we were in high school that someday, in the future the oil industry would be obsolete. Forgotten.

But I respect you. You were so determined that somehow, your future lied here. You were so sure that this was what you want. I could look it into your eyes, and your eyes were burned with passion and spirit.

Self-Aware

I am aware,

that sometime, I don’t always get what I want. But rather, what I need.

When I told you a story that I wasn’t doing good in my academy, I was aware that God wanted the best of me. Somehow, I knew that I couldn’t stand spending my life studying in a subject of Computer Science. Yet, I chose it because I thought, if my parents wanted me to apply for Computer Science, it was because they knew what was best for me.

They didn’t.