our life

our life is like building a frame...a house...or even a tower...it all depends on what our heart and mind really wants to achieve...although sometimes, no matter how burning flames of desire we have in our hearts if the plan is not really meant to happen...then it will never be...some say make a table or list or journals...it may work for them but not to others...some says they start from scratch then they become billionaires...good for them...i saw the movie "pursuit of happyness" and it moved me...a lot of people all over the world is pursuing of such happiness...even not money...a simple happiness in life...satisfaction...a feeling of contentment and comfort...success should not be measured on how much money we earned or how much prestige we receive...it is sad to know that life depends on which shoulder we brag...on whose hands we shake...on which network we belong...on what society we nod our heads...it is not a crime to become wealthy and more so not a crime to become peasant...what is a crime is not to learn how to bent on any circumstances that we face as we go along this journey we call life...i am one of those whose always trying to search for what is missing...what i haven't done yet to fulfill something...but i never feel bad about my life...i never really want to desire something that is beyond my imagination...i don't have what it takes to be another bill gates or oprah winfrey...i just want to be me...i believe in the idea that each of us is unique and we are capable of giving something to others in our own special way...to be able to do that matters to us...not to anyone...not to any books or guidelines other people can give...we see children work to feed their hungry stomach...they refuse to cry to their parents because in their young minds they don't want their parents to worry about them...the pain in their hearts makes these children either good or bad someday...but as we watch them...as i watch them....i can only say in my heart...how on earth can i give something...how can i share a part of what i have...these are the questions that i should have known the answer...sadly, i am one of those who want to be free from guilt of not being able to do anything for those who needed help...because i am so busy trying to build up my frame...my house...or my tower...that until now i haven't started to put anything in place...my hands are bare of golds or nickel...but my hands are enough to touch someone sick...i don't have cars to travel the world...but i have my legs to walk and be with the children of the street...sadly, i still don't know how to use them...i have only one hope and dream...i cannot urge people to live according to the book i read or according to the movie i see...but if i have chance even once in my life...i want people to learn that life is not something we can decorate to be beautiful...it is not something we can force others to do to become right...it is not what we hear or see that will lead us to fulfill something...it is inside our hearts...it is not what God wants for us but what we want for ourselves...and no one can tell us whether we are doing the right thing or not...at the end of the day...we only have ourselves to talk with...and it is our selves that we confide what we should have and should not have done...i stop thinking about how life of others turn around because until now...i don't how to turn my life around...i can tell you a thousand reasons and ways to achieve something but the truth is mine is hallow and empty...and it would be very unfair to lead a life of other people when i can't lead mine...