The Beginning

I woke up and I realize I need to answer a difficult question...How should I spend my 24-hour life again?

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Every night, I pray to the Almighty being if He can extend my life again for 24 hours. I don't know when did I start doing that but I think it's quite effective since I'm still here breathing.As for the purpose well, I don't like to die yet.

Life is hard, I know that.

Life is a gift, I know that well.

but...

Why is it like this ?

I am a fighter, well I convinced myself that I am one.

I get out of my bed, take a shower and then eat my breakfast.

I wanted to cry but I know that I don't have the time to do that.

I ride the usual bus, get to work, sit on my table, check the papers as usual there's a lot of mistakes.

It's like ...

Can someone tell them that if they hand over a work it must be a 'complete work' not a half-hearted one just for the sake of passing it on deadline.

I breathe in and breathe out.

Well I have a motto;

If an issue will not bother me for 5 years, I will not waste my precious 5-seconds to stress out myself about it.

I've called the one who's responsible for it and ask her to redo the work. If she can't submit a satisfactory work, well my company has a lot of doors and she has feet. She can walk out of my company on her own.

I cannot afford to welcome mistakes...

I cannot afford to show I'm weak...

If they've seen my vulnerable side

I know

They will shatter me...