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Distortion is a word. A mere word in this world full of countless words that differ by languages and meanings, but why distortion?
I pick this word as a enticement to confound my 3 months intra-debate. Distortion means the action of giving a misleading account or impression. It's a sin that everyone seems to fall into, but one's says if you're smart enough, you will never make that mistakes, is it?
Sometimes, I found myself wondering if I already smart enough: It's all my experience already makes me the person who is likable, trustable, and many? Is it my presence already becomes a blessings? It is my acts already perfected so i never make an distortions?
Many people say, if you're smart enough, you will never make that mistakes, but are there an end for being smart at social interactions? No.
The understanding of how to interact with people, being smart as social life, is so abstracts. With each variables plays a big role in resulting how one's relationship ends. After months of thinking, I found myself that being "smart" at social interactions is more a blessings rather than things that you earn from your hardwork. Yes, we do need to work hard for it, but there's always random factor that you can't decide to face with but play a lot in our social interactions.
Like how you're born with brain capacity, voices, and appearance that you can't choose, having a self that is "smart" at social interactions is also a blessing that you alone can't plan it out. Our voice's intonations, how we looks, body languages, our experience and the people who we interact with is never ours to plan it alone. We can never ask what experience we might have neither do we can chose any of it. This makes me realize that being "smart" at social interactions is rather a blessings than a prize.
And for that, I'm grateful for everything I have and I can never asks for more.
And for that, I'm grateful for everything I have and I can never asks for more.
Not because I'm smart which I'm inversely to that, but because of what I already have and I can't ask for more. I know it's not the best, but I'm still grateful.
I remember the days that are so hard ever for me to breathe but all I can conclude till this day: I'm grateful. Out of all variables, I can meet my mother, father, sister, and countless friends. They are the one that helps me to pass those dreadful days. I also remember, how cooking and baking becomes a getaway for me from all my dreadful thoughts and become a part of my identity.
I think all of our experience starting from the unlikable one till the good one, all of it is a necessary. The bad reminds you and teach you lot of lessons and the good teach you how to be grateful. Also to remember: the bad makes you see the good memories to be more special.
So, thank you God for all of my life :)
I'm forever grateful for this life.
I'm forever grateful for this life.
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