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Trying to know myself better

 Lately gue banyak merasa that i'm a failure for feeling "enough" with my current life situation and not craving for more or having any other ambition. Apakah gue salah?

Gue cukup iri anyway dengan my peers yang punya semangat tinggi perkara mengejar karir dan mimpi mereka. They also seek for self growth even grinding MUCH MORE than i do. Which eventually membuat gue jd berpikir bahwa "dengan gue merasa santai dan cukup with everything i currently have, kayanya gue salah. kayanya yg bener adalah gue harus punya clear ambition dan selalu punya sesuatu untuk gue kejar di usia 20 an ini."

I dont wanna look back and regret for not doing much things, but changing the habit of feeling lazy is also hard for me.

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