December is always the month when I feel like I wasted a year. My guilt worsened when I remembered the pandemic as the reason I stayed home and worked for two years.
I used to be a fast-moving person. My biggest weakness is looking for the next thing before I actually have to do it. We are currently working hard to make it as perfect as possible. Well, nothing has changed. I am still who I am and probably will be in the future.
It's classic, but I believe there are invisible factors that determine the success or failure of life. When it's invisible, it's a headache because it doesn't come unexpectedly.
As a mediocre, unpopular, recent graduate with a successful career in a global company, I once came close to success. But the global economic and political crisis was also a contributing factor to the failure. I dreamed of going abroad and in the last two years he should have gone to three countries, but they all failed because a series of viruses killed people at the southern border. I try to make my family proud, but right now I have only medium quality.
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Family is the best support system. They nurtured me with knowledge and compassion, strengthened my roots with principles, philosophy and culture, watched me grow and crawl, stumble step by step. It was intolerable to complain and cry during the difficult drive in front of them. But sometimes, after complaining to God, I have no choice.
I hate depression, drama, and gloominess. I don't think it's necessary for my growth in life. But it's also part of the mental expression I can't avoid. One of the many things I have no control over. No matter how much you deny yourself, it just happens.
Quickly forget your grief, get up and walk faster. Grief feels obliged to make amends with better processes and outcomes. Emotions improve when you identify specific steps to take next. In another sense, work is a pain reliever for me.