In my Chuck Taylor sneakers

You never know someone’s story until you walk in her/his shoes. People intend to judge whatever they see without knowing the truth behind the stories. In my case, some of people that just get to know me without reading previous chapters of my book, they will say it is lucky to be me. Well, maybe it is. But they didn’t know how much pain that I’ve paid to be this lucky. I’m not born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I wish I was. In fact, my father has almost turned 60 but he still has to do 2 jobs to support our family which work at private company in the morning and drive a taxi at night. You don’t know how it feels like when you drive back home approximately 4 hours away from your study place just to hear your family members fighting about money. Sorry. I didn’t mean to get your sympathy here.

Sometimes when I feel really sad and then the tears want to fall from my eyes, I try to hold it as much as I can and think about others that have worst situation than me. Who am I to ask people to try fit in my shoes? Everyone has their own pain in their shoes. But is it wrong to feel sad about a little thing? Am I ungrateful or this world is just an unfair place? Okay, this world is unfair. Actually, it does not matter how much pain you have in your shoes because maybe, just maybe.. what we need is not people to try to walk in our shoes but someone that willing to walk with us to hear our story and share our sadness and pain.  I just wish I have one….