Have you ever had a feeling that you are so certain about what you are passionate and ready to contribute the rest of your life to it, and suddenly the feeling is gone because of the side effect of the bad experience? I did, actually I'm still having it at this very moment. However, people always say "Love is blind", so maybe my love for this certainty is not as strong as I supposed.
I don't blame anyone for the bad experience but I do believe everything happen with reason. So all I have to consider is that whether I am going to be stubborn about it and try even harder until my head is bleeding, then, I can finallytell myself I find out this passion is just not my main dish of the life, OR I can say to myself NOW already. Will people call me a quitter or a smart ass? Either way, I'm sort of scared. When you admit and pick up a dream is brave, but, the moment you let it go also take lots of courage, which surprised me a big time.
When the writing is done, the thoughts are clear.
xx
S
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