Lately, I've been facing some defeats. Sometimes, it’s hard to accept them naturally.
I question myself, confront myself and even despise my qualities.
Then, I think about giving up everything and I want to become an amoeba after all, it is much easier to live without emotion or desires. Life goes on a straight path, without changes.
But could I really be an amoeba?
Of course not.
I want to open oceans, explore the world and embrace every opportunity that I consider memorable.
What's wrong with that?
Nothing, but it's much harder than being an amoeba.
When I calm down and see that an amoeba’s life must be very monotonous, I tell myself: 'it's all about the journey, not the destination.'
It is not for others to say what you are capable of. It's up to you to fight for your dreams.