The biggest sacrifice that I have made is my health; I’ve sacrificed my sleep, my time for other extracurricular activities, and my liver’s health condition to academic achievement, and there doesn’t seem to have an end. Sometimes I wonder whether this would be worth it. And sometimes I wonder what’s the point of working so hard to get all these grades, although I’m quite fine with working; it gives me a sense of achievement. Sometimes I think perhaps I got this hurry sickness thing. Well, since hard work is inevitable here, I guess I’ll just have to cope with it.
Sacrifices that I would possibly make to help someone I care about would be time and efforts and money I think. However, there’s a limit for all of these. There’s a saying, “God helps those who help themselves,” and I help those who help or try to help themselves.
Although sacrifices can come in different degrees, there are certain things that I don’t think I would ever sacrifice for any reason. One of them is my family. It’s true that this might be some kind of cultural heritage, but that’s just me. Ever since I have my memory, my family has always be the top consideration when it comes to anything, and that’s part of the reason why I got into a pretty decent boarding school but I chose not to go but stay here. Family is the place that I can vent and say whatever I want; family is the shelter that I can hide into when I’m down; family is the place where I was raised and I shall always place it as the first consideration of everything.
WTH why would I write this thing.
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