I'm here to talk about what I feel about my life nowadays.
I feel that i am going through a process of maturity. But how could I be sure? Now I see things very differently from the past (that's what I realised).
Like when people insulted me on the taggie, whoever it was, I would used to get angry when I saw it. But now when the person who insulted me, I felt a bit of anger but I didn't go into an outrage. The burning anger has seemed to cease controlling what I want to think of the person and how I want to handle the situation.
I think because I read certain books then it made me think about life even more than I used to. Like in the past, all I cared was myself (that's what I feel). But now, I feel that caring for people around me is important too. the selfish thinking is gone now. But I have to admit. I'm not those counselling people, I'm a listener.
Books like Tuesdays with Morrie. It's one good book. It's touching and has a lot of life meanings in the book. Things that involves age, marriage, family and etc. all is in the book. And if one lives according to that book, he or she must be a saint. But from the book I can only remember this point clearly- you learn to love when you are dying.
It's true. When I read that sentence, Bang! that went through my mind and pierced my heart of stone. It made me think more of how to love people, understand and be able to accept.
From my heart, I admit, I used to have a lot of anger and I vent it on people around me. I even had this self-inflict thing that is always because of my anger. I would punch myself, pinch myself, pull my hair, punch the walls till my knuckles ached. And then I would cry. When I did that, I told myself, I am venting out my anger by self-inflicting, and it's better than hitting or scolding others.
But now. When I think about it, how wrong I am. Yes, I am not hurting others physically. I am hurting not only myself but also other's emotions too. When I get angry and I hurt myself, won't my parents feel sad and disappointed in me? Getting physical pain on myself is not worth it.
The best way to vent my anger now is to write. I have a diary at home which I write it in Chinese. HAHA...It's fun though. Funny thing, hey, that I keep a blog and a diary? Well, my diary is personal. But my blog, well, it is to voice to others of what I feel.
ANYWAY...back to the point, I feel that my life is getting a whole new twist of ideas, and thinkings. I'm starting to appreciate a little more of what I have now. Especially my parents. Tha'ts why I started to go out with my friends lesser and with my parents more. I mean whenever I look at my father, it is always fatigue in his face and eyes. He is sick but he still works very hard to provide for all of us. My heart aches when I see his face like this. I hope he gets better.
Gosh. It's 3 am...I'd better get some sleep. Tomorrow is CD day!!!
.Rm.Ch.Ls.Fb.Rh.


