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I used to think about Christmas the way others thought about it. I used to think about it like the most special day of the year. I used to think about it was like the happiest day that has to come every year. That’s what I thought about it. That’s how I used to think about it…about Christmas that has never been such special to me.
Back in those days I was too young to understand about life, life, to me, seemed like no-big-deal to look forward to it. I thought never about death. Nor did I think about success in life because that time I thought life, itself, which kept me from moving, breathing, and understanding wrong understanding about it was already a success. I never thought about keeping it moving to the better for I understood none of it.
I graduated high school just for the sake of finishing it. I might become such nerd from others’ viewpoint, but that was just me in my simple exercise of my endurance I never thought it would come the way I never expected.
Then, I went to college not for the purpose to study like a pro like the rest at my age did. I had too many things at the back of my mind too assertive to let my passion for a study to die down day by day. And each Christmas to come, I felt like it was just ordinary. Work. Work. Work. Each time I felt tired, I kept on making myself tired because I know nobody would do the things I have to do for me. It was only me and I…nobody.
I graduated college; got a work yet still no time for anything they called life at its best even for a simple ‘break treat’ for myself. I couldn’t understand that…not the way they could understand my life, my experience, my perspective, and my needs.
I went to a graduate school, this time for a master’s degree. Still, life to me wasn’t that natural like the rest of the people I saw around. I could still feel I was different…in all respects.
I finished my first semester of my graduate studies. I looked back the past and realize I was just wasting time again. Then, Christmas came. Again, an ordinary day for me. I kept myself busy working, writing articles, speeches, and website content for people I don’t know from early evening until 2 a.m. I heard Christmas whistles, people in my neighborhood outside celebrating Christmas, and my board mate as well. But, still, I couldn’t feel such zest to celebrate. I rather fell asleep….
Now, Christmas for me is still such like that.
This is a story of my life I don’t want you to experience.