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"I have always said that don't expect something from me which is not mine, do not give me what is not yours and don't offer me something which you don't have."

At all times I've experienced being disappointed with everything that I expect. It is elusive to talk about things that bother me, wonder me and even cause me depression. I'm wicked, for I know few things. I'm imbecile, for I'm not curious about the world. I'm worthless for I don't know exactly my purpose. I speak with absurd ideas and you wouldn't get any idea or points from me. But one thing is I'm sure. I want to learn. And I want to learn forever.

Ever since I considered myself to be doomed to failure. The slaughterhouse of failure is my fate. I'm a the most pessimist among the pessimists. I perceive things not as they are but as what are its motives to hurt me. Do you think it's me who brought myself to this kind of world? Am I a product of what I envisioned in or what I wanted to be? Merely I'm an ignorant. I lack of sensitivity. People and the whole environment see me as a pinch of raisin that is spoiled. People expect me to be this. this and this. They give useless advices that they can't even apply to their own. They offer me something to know about which I believe they don't even know. See? How can I develop  intellectually, morally and spiritually if  people of the same kind don't know exactly what life is? Is perfection now a common commodity? Is life a matter of choice? If yes, why is it that of all heaps of choices we have we don't know what to choose rightly? And what's worse is that most of the time we end up not choosing at all because we are coward to face the challenges ahead. How can i make the world a better place if people themselves don't give a room for acceptance, appreciation, value and justice?

I want to decide. Would I change humanity or let humanity change me?

La bonne nuit tout le monde. a un jour béni.

Rivann