Life is a tragedy
Life?
Maybe you and I have felt and asked what is life?
Is it useful to other people?
Time after time I grew up from an ordinary family, my parents educated me as someone who is quite disciplined and obedient, and made me always have to be kind and useful to others. Socialize with neighbors and the community. But have we ever asked whether life should be like that? Not that it’s not true, but I always ask myself every time I go to sleep.
A youngest child who is always directed seems to be dizzy if given a choice, yes because there is no longer a compromise on oneself, with the indoctrination of socialization sciences must be kind to “others” instead of getting older it always backfires on ourselves, not should not. But aren’t you tired of always obeying other people’s requests if someone needs help until you yourself can’t ask for help from others, yes, the awkward feeling that is always not given a choice from childhood makes us dazed to ask for help, but if someone else asks for help we always do, maybe life is like that?
I’m not a writer and storyteller who is good at explaining daily routines or telling stories but how can someone who wants to be free still think about other people’s lives too? Is it fair that we should always be there for others without realizing that we are indifferent to ourselves?
Yes maybe life like that.
