For some people, 2016 is too crappy to handle and too grim to talk about. But then, I’m not trying to represent the world on this post. On my post before, I wrote how John Oliver describes the shittiest year called 2016. But for me, 2016 is not really that bad.
It’s true that I feel depressed for most of the year. But every greatest hits always made in a depressed time anyway (and I still considered myself fortunate because I still have a roof under my head). It’s true that I lost my job this year, but I got more time to focus on the things I love the most at the moment. It’s true that I cannot spend extra penny throughout the year, but I’ve managed to pay for a family trip at the beginning of the year. It’s true that my family need to pass difficult time due to family members’ health, but we’re trying to change our lifestyle for better each day. It’s true that I feel sad and powerless many times, but I finally found myself towards countless thoughts. When I tried to look back on that year, 2016 was not as bad as I thought would be.


