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Days go on. I have lived my life for many reasons. Too many, that I can't even see my self alive. I lived a very ambitious life. I lived a full of goals life. Was it bad? was it not right?. May be not. I have regretted my past for too long time. I have spent my future mourning over it. Did I get anything out of it? I honestly don't know.
Yet, what I understand now is I can see another life and I can describe it in another word. Every thing happens for reasons. That's what people say. Now I'm in the state of figuring out the reasons beyond my past life.
I dreamed to have a big house full of air conditioner; like houses of the rich I saw on TV. I dreamed to have lots of money so that I can buy luxurious car, branded bags, shoes, and clothes. I dreamed to have a happy marriage and a happy family. I thought I could be happy with those things.
Yet, God had never blessed my dreams. He "ruins" my beautiful dreams. I didn't have the big house I dreamed of. I wasn't able to make lots of money nor was I able to keep my marriage. I was so low. I committed suicide for many times which was always fail. I didn't know where to go neither did I know my reason to live.
I tried so hard to stand and the sooner I tried to stand the sooner I fell apart. I don't how many times did I fall. the only thing I could remember is that I fell to the lowest degree of my life. I always think that I was alone.
At the end, I realized that God was always there, teaching me the lesson. He gave me a really difficult lesson and brought me the state I'm in now. He tried to introduce me with the true meaning of being happy and the true meaning of a house.
Now, I'm so happy even I've only got a small stilt house in the middle of a small village. I'm so happy even if I have to commute from the city to the village every weekend to make money. I'm so happy even I can't spend a little penny of my salary to buy even the cheapest bag, shoes, or clothes. Happiness is in my heart; not in the size of my house or in the bags, shoes, or clothes I wear.
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