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Never Clip My Wings



I believe that nothing very very good and nothing very very bad lasts very very long.
all things come to an end. That's the circle of life. And I don't wanna end up like this. I'm trying to enjoy my whole life now. BUT I'm being under pressure, to be honest. Although I said I began to love my job, but part of it was a LIE. and I've just realized that I can't lie to my own self and pretend that I love my job. Before I sleep, I always figure out what had happened on that day. And geez, I feel like I don't have a soul anymore, especially in my job.

I must take care all my Dad's business without really took a time to learn. I'm learning by doing. I was inexperienced. And his factory is complicating. Very complicating. And my Dad dictates me, instead of teach me. Maybe if I've given chance & time to learn, I'd be glad. Everything can went wrong on first month you work at a new workplace. But my Dad didn't accept faults. All has to be PERFECT in his eyes. And he's doing nothing except dictate me. This situation begin to freaking me out. What should I do?

Feel like I'm in a cage, with my feet tie to a ball & chain, I barely move.
I hope I can find what I truly want someday. If this has to be my fate, than be it. God, can u please open my Dad's heart? Let him be kinder & wiser. He's known as a wise guy in his big family, but how can he treat me like this? He wants me to learn, but let him teach me in the right way.

And Dad, please... NEVER CLIP MY WINGS
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Demetrius said…
Intan,
You are still very young and full of potential. Hopefully there will be greater opportunities for you to make a living doing something that you love. I wish you all the best as you strive to accomplish that...

We all love making money, but happiness and peace of mind is what preserves the soul.
November 5, 2009 at 7:52 PM
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