I can remember sometime ago, I misplaced some money. It wasn't a huge amount, but it was enough to ruin my day because I already had plans for it. I searched everywhere—my bag, my room, even my pockets several times. Nothing.
At first, I tried to stay strong. I kept telling myself, "It's just money. You'll recover." But the more I thought about it, the more frustrated I became. Eventually, I locked my door and cried.Likee eeee i cried like nwver you before because loosing money as a student It's not a joke
Not because I thought crying would bring the money back, but because I was tired. Tired of trying to act like everything was okay all the time.
After a while, I washed my face, took a deep breath, and started thinking about what to do next instead of what I'd already lost. The money never showed up, but I found something else—peace. Accepting that some things are beyond our control is hard, but it's part of life.
So when people say, "Cry more," as if it's an insult, I don't really mind. Sometimes a few tears are exactly what you need before you can get back on your feet.
Life goes on, and so do we.
