I never get affected by the comments of others if I know that what I am doing is right and I am not stepping on other’s shoes in the fulfillment of my dreams.

Why should I? People criticize us because they are just envious. They envy us for having the guts to pursue our dreams making them more at the low end.

So, we should never mind those criticisms. But if you think, that they have a point, then analyze it and see what could be done to improve it. Take criticisms constructively, so it will work for your benefit.

@Dina, this blog made me remember and miss my old best friend whom died at age 35 due to suffered from cancer.
She was suffered from breast cancer at 26, the year just after she finished her university degree study. I was curious on why she didn’t look for a job to make a living after graduated. I only knew she was done her surgery when paid her a visit.
Luckily, she has just bought a medical insurance policy with her when she was second year student, she has no income bust still have to pay for insurance premium…I blamed her for why made herself in financial burden as a poor student.

But, the medical insurance took care of her medical fee later.

The cancer recurred after 10 years after she worked afternoon shift in new company. The cancer cells spread very fast and to other organs. She died after the radiotherapy.
I have no fried died at that young age. More over, this is my best friend, I felt so sad to hear this bad news. I still feel painful today. But, I know she is fine with the her Father in the heaven now.
We will meet one day later.

As much as I am afraid to even look at a corpse, i had no choice but to do it. The first time was my dad who passed on a few years back. It was shocking to all is it came like a bomb shell not knowing what to do or how to behave given that it was the first time we were experiencing a death in the home. When we want to th3 morgue I was told that I have to touch him before they laid his body into the casket. That was the hardest thing ever for me to do in my life. With my mum and brother by my side I held my dad’s hand and he was still warm and soft even after 3 days in the morgue. I just said a prayer and walked away. It was very sad but God have us the grace to go on. 4 years down line I lost my sister, now this one was pretty bad because she had an accident and died on the spot. Watching her lifeless body lying there was so devastating, when I put my hand on her forehead and felt how cold she was made me feel so lonely, it made me feel like a big part of my life was torn apart. You find yourself thinking who will help me when am stuck, who will be there to guide me through stuff, who will teach me new stuff so many things go through your mind that you can’t really explain. So I know the feeling and it’s not a very nice one.