As I grow older, I suppose I get wiser.

Too many unplanned things have happened, and despite some uneasiness and a lot of sacrificing; I have found myself dealing with them in a more matured way. I love this feeling. Of not feeling want to complain. Or hassle over petty issues. Or when something’s not driven to my doorsteps; i could let them go. The feeling of wanting to become a better person.

Although this post doesn’t seem to be of any purpose, I’m just writing this down so that whenever in the future life gets worse for me, and that I get sad, I can read this post again to relive the moment of me being happy about myself... although temporarily.