So once upon a time, there was a girl. Who might seemed live but lifeless, seemed breath but almost every single thing she did was wrong. When it went right, it's just God being nice. She lived impassionately, She simply had wants. But it did not reach the point until she try to made the wants happen.
So there she was. Live, but pointless. She live day by day by simply pursued for happiness. Which was exactly not real. Pseudo. Here, but momentary and temporary. She still pursued some of her goals. But mostly of them didn't going smooth. She still did whatever she like, but most of times the things she like suddenly suffocated her until she felt bad toward herself.
She did not need the pity. She even has pitied herself. She sick of being blamed. She did that her own. The things that still made the light inside here eyes, even slight, might be just her wonderful family and how her friends made her laugh for day by day. Even when she was herself the hollow would be there, again.
Some said to her how her life is envy-able. Some hate her to the point even herself recognize them as strangers. Some underestimate her. But some love her that much to the point she feel that she does not deserve that.
But luckily how far she was, and how big the feeling that she was alone. But God is still there. Watch her. And work for her in a very mysterious way.
When God knew that she was on the wrong path. Getting more far from her goals. Getting more not likely what she used to thing exactly the way it was. God works.
God may be tired for warning her in a common way. By failing her in some circumstances, in things she struggled for. But she did not blame it at all. She realized it was all her who not being all herself. Not to do her best.
So God made her a special way. God make her a very special occasion. When she work it to the bone. When it almost finished she thought that was almost perfectly done. Suddenly the world flipped. People think it is not even reaching proper. People strike what she has done out. People even try to pull the trigger to kill her personally in a packaged of what she has done in her job. They don't blame her work, they blame her for being her. They hate her. Until she realized they hate herself since she was in that kind of pointless life period.
They may still hate her until she does not even know when. But a while ago she realized it is the way of God to work in a very mysterious way. To slap her right on her face. To show here that she must rise again, being herself, and fix every single mess she has done towards her own life.
She might be not good enough. But she is thankful for having a very god God.
