It was this year when everything seems to be taken away from me.
After more than a decade of blood, sweat, and tears which I have invested, but then I seem no longer useful for them.
It hurts so bad. But what can I do? I no longer matter.
Right now, instead of crying over a spilled milk, let me make another one and move over.
Just like what was in the poem of Douglas Malloch:
"If you can't be a highway then just be a trail,
If you can't be the sun be a star;
It isn't by size that you win or you fail —
Be the best of whatever you are!"
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