Happiness only real when shared
“Happiness only real when shared” Christopher McCandless (1992) If I was looking back then to my middle-teen age year, I was a kind of a girl who wanna be looking quirky enough to be my own main character in my life journey. I always wanna be free, spread my wings, and go everywhere I want. Having my own perception of life, living alone, and having a place that I owned myself. I’d be feeling stuck if I stay at home all day, I don’t even care about my family either. It was just the energy inside my body that was telling me to run and explore the world. My dream was traveling and getting lost while trying to find a small place that I would call home. And then I got lost. I really got lost. Drowning in my own problem that actually was created by my own mind. It was full of loneliness and desperation of longing inside my soul. I felt like I had no one in this world, nor even myself. I don’t know where I was, what I want, and who I'll become. At first, I thought I was miss...