We meet people for reasons. Well, all of them must be good for us. But good doesn't mean happy ending, right?  

Most of the time, we are busy to fulfil people's expectations until we forget that we ourselves need to be happy, and it has to be first numbered (actually). We are too busy listen to other's wishes and hopes until we forget that we have our own dreams. And it's just the same, we are too busy to listen other's stories and craps until we forget that our stories are left behind. Far enough to make people don't realize it.

The point is the one who always be forgotten is ourself. 

Basically, we enjoy interact with people, sharing things and stories. We are comfortable being surrounded with people. Well, it's never be boring not to be alone. But have you experienced moment where you don't actually know you're grounded? Not your body, but your feelings. You don't know your feelings are being caged, and they don't even let you to sneak out from the gap. It's never been about you! You enjoy listen to their stories, but sometimes you want to be written down inside the story. Yes, you want to be the part of the stories, even just tiny four lines paragraph inside 1000 pages of book. But it never happened. They even make you feel unworthy. 

Then how? 

Are you gonna keep being backseat driver? or you're gonna ask the director to get contract with you? so you can be at least a cameo. 

I say, be willing to walk away.

You don't have to stay seated, listen to the craps, and never be heard. And, of course, you don't have right to play victims. And that is why you can't just ask them to leave. All you can do is push yourself to go behind, and smile. 

it's okay to leave people for your happiness, And it's okay to feel sad. You are worthy. And that can be the reason why you leave them. You just don't want to be a silent reader to their story. You want to feel worthy. Well, it's not about them, It's about you. because most of us are not willing to walk away because we are just too afraid to be alone, and to be broken hearted. And that is also the reason why you push to fit yourself in a square meters of box. Too small that you can't even breath freely.

Baby, be willing to walk away.

Good things doesn't have to be started beautifully, right? Sometimes, it needs tears and effort to throw away the old book, get  new one and start writing again!






Good things will follow you.


Lina