When I was just a teenager, I have been in a suicidal thought. I ran to a bank of the fields bringing scissors. I was about to cut my vein. I still remember, it was a rainy day in the afternoon. You know what makes it funny? What makes it funny is that I don't remember the reason why I really wanted to do that stupid thing. If the problem was really-really big, how do I forget it?
Later on, I realized about how to win this life. It is a skill called "holding on a little more". Hold a little more patiently. The scars will disappear. What you want will come eventually if they are really destined for you. And don't forget to keep doing the right things patiently.
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