Myth #1 – Introverts don’t like to talk.
This is not true. Introverts just don’t talk unless they have something to say. They hate small talk. Get an introvert talking about something they are interested in, and they won’t shut up for days.
Myth #2 – Introverts are shy.
I always think that genius and smart are two different things. Genius, somehow, i think is in someone’s blood, i mean it’s already in someone’s DNA meanwhile smart is something you can achieve if you are study well and understand things and it needs time to make you be a smart one. So, i have a… how can i put this into words, uhm you it’s like family relations but we are not really a family in blood relation, okay just put it to she is my cousin’s cousin (nah loh bingung kan lu gimana ngomongnya). Well she is genius one, not only in my opinion but also in everyone’s opinion as well. She always got perfect grades in every subjects and she even has been in college when her friends still are in high school.
She is sick right now, she said that her head hurt so bad and she is hospitalized now. "She was too much thinking, i guess." said me when i went on my may to the hospital, "Yes, i guess so, and she doesn’t like eating even eating snacks and she lives in dorm, so no one can control her." my aunt (which is her aunt also) replied me. In the hospital, her mom told us many things about her daughter that she, in campus, joint in many clubs and how upset she was if she got scores lower than her friends. She always wants the best, i thought, i wasn’t surprised she ended up on hospital bed right now.
Some quotes i quoted said, "Being a perfectionist can result in depression and a lot of stress. However, there’s a healthy boundary between striving to do your best versus not allowing yourself to do any less than perfect. Striving to do your best is healthy, because it pushes us to improvements.”. I already knew that she is one of dozens who categorized as the genius not the smart one, even before her mom told us everything (no, her mom didn’t show off, she told in a humble way, i like her). Somehow, a part of me feel ashamed of myself that i couldn’t be like her, but the other part tells me that i’m so relieved that i wasn’t her. Too much something will kill you, ya know!
How she could be happy in her life like that? I imagined. Didn’t she realize that she was born to be genius? Why she always seems that there something isn’t perfect whereas everything she had done this far was something to be proud of? Does she never feel satisfied for once?
How you define happiness, though?
A bigger house, a bigger job, perfect grades, being famous, having much money? I don’t think that those could define a happiness. The Reb from the book i am reading now tells, having more doesn’t keep you from wanting more (my cousin’s cousin, for example). If you always want more, you will miss the bigger picture and happiness will never come. She likes, no, loves studying even more than herself till she forgets about her healthy.
So, what’s the secret of happiness, then? I guess, be satisfied and be grateful with what you have, for the love you receive, and for what God has given to you are the answers. I got failures and got the results that i wished i didn’t get, i felt disappointed, but after all, still i am grateful, because God knows what the best and knows how to stop me become greedy. Show your gratitude, always, so you can keep your head’s in the clouds without forgetting how to put your feet still on the ground.