30 days left

Time goes by so fast that it’s about 30 days left to the day. The D-day. I should confess that the time I’ve been through lately was so hard. Well, “hard” is actually not enough to describe how complex the days were. However, I still feel grateful to live and survive in a bundle of problems I got.
 Many says “be patient”. Yes, that’s the key. No one would deny the power of patience. But it’s still too hard to just accept the word. Since, I think, if they never experience what I got, they would never understand. Many women I guess would just commit to suicide, or suddenly become a freak soon after they know they should face this kind of labyrinth. Labyrinth of problem. Wherever they try to run away, they’ll face the very same dead end, which covered with troubles. The choices are, Face it or Trapped and die. A very interesting “game”, isn’t it?


Still, today, when there are 30 days, or so, left, I still feel grateful to live strong, quiet happy, and normal. I should feel it because of the existence of my family. They are where I run into in this kind of situation. And, amazingly, they still accept me.


Being so much more positive these months, I rarely feel regret. So instead of reminding those days when I slipped and fell, I try to focus on the D-day. This is not the time to recall the past again. No, not again. If I wanna be happy, I should face the future.



God, please lead me the way.