I do not know who I'm talking to now. I am like a man who has been overshadowed by the failure of everyone's life to be afraid. At that time I really became a useless person. Let alone for others, for myself alone it seems to have become a parasite that just adds a burden on my body. What I do now is like a squirrel going into a second mud puddle. No wonder I often feel unneeded, because I am not a nobody now. I want to get away from it all. But on the other hand there are still people who always make me continue to be better. But let alone to grant the wishes of the person, to grant my own wishes it feels like a guitar without a string. Which will not produce a beautiful voice and useful to other human beings.
Is it enough here? I do not think so. The squirrel still wants to get out of the mud puddles that have fallen over and over again in the same place. That way he stands up and intends not to repeat his mistakes. But what power, a squirrel remains a stupid squirrel and does not know the direction or purpose of life. Except for eating. Not thinking about what will happen to her in the future. Just as I am, I am currently a real life squirrel full of demands to be a successful person.
all I have to think about is what I live for and for whom this life will I offer. Successful people may not want to see me. See the failure specialist who feels that he is great but this is the reality. Maybe I can just be the talk I'm selling to people. And that is an act that will further deprive me of the word triumphant. In fact I do not know what the definition of success is. Whereas I am required to get it ..
