Unhidden Pandora

Every each of us have different hardships. Some don't have shelter. Some don't have family. Some are isolated. All of us have hardship in life. Including me. Only the different is how we handle it and solve it. We struggling so hard so we can survive in this cruel world. More to worst, mostly all of us give up. Why? We may feel envious with others life. Friend, relatives or even to strangers. How lucky they are. What a good life they have. That is our thought. But we never put ourselves in their shoes. For others, we only see their appearance but we always failed to see their true color. Me? I am no exceptional. What lucky they are have a big house. What lucky they are have a job with high paid. The thought of "lucky" itself bring a burden to me. Why? We may forget that we sometimes are lucky. But we forget. We may grateful sometimes. But we forget. How forgetful we are. Is it true? How thankful we are. But, somehow we always forget. F