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We have our own books, keep writing.!

listen to: forever and almost always- kate voegele
currently: finding happiness


I read blogs. not lots of
blogs but one that i found interesting.
so recently i read one post in one of my fav blog. her past post. long2 ago pnye post.
she writes things about how different people have different story, that people life is like the story in a book. The books is always about the main character but there is also other characters in the book yang kuatkan plot cerita tu. Tp, the main point in the book is the main character, that the book is not about the others. The others will have their o
wn story. They will have their own books.

This words make me thinks, this,
it is soOOoooo true.
Each of us have our own story. We are the main character in our story, in our own book. The others around us the others character y make our life more interesting. But they have their own books jugak yang kite pulak jd watak 'others' tu.

then i realizes something,
yang kite manusia kdg2 terlepas pndang 'story' kita sndiri(cth: me!). sbb kita sgt suke org lain pnye story(kite kn suke bzbody nih..hehe). We are too busy admiring other people punye story smpai we forget about our own story. Sometime, we are convinced that our life is soo damn boring, that it just a plain book y ntah ape2, mcm tak worth apa2. (i do sometime, i mean living like this, kdg2 ada gak rs buhsan and plain.)

Tapi(again), who are we to judge that peoples-y-from-the-outside-are-so-great-full-of-awsomeness-y kite-admire-tu are really99x great-full-of-awsomeness in the inside? sampai kononnya bole make our own 'book' looks plain and worthless?
I mean what we see is the outside. If we think about this even for a sec(ta yah pk lame2 pn bnde ni) then we'll see yg semua org ada their own bad-moodnakmarahorgtaktentupasal-moodswing-etcetc-day. Cume kita je y tak nmpak sbb differant people have different ways to confront all the bad
things.
So, maybe its time to stop comparing our life with others and berangan to be the other person blablabla thingie. (even i'm still learning to be one. try to write my own book dgn lbh bermkna and learn to value myself more instead of tgk and admire org lain pnye life.~ok, i've a habit utk nmpk org len nyer soOOoo-called-great-life instead of tgk diri sndri pnye jln hidup.)


caption pic: simple or complicated,we choose.

nota kaki: the blog i read that give the idea for this post is miss syud blog, the author novels dr jemari seni. (bgtau siap2 ni)

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