“I hate my life”, she said trying to catch my attention. “I hate my life, I slid my harms many times to trying to end it but I am still here. They say what you hate follows you. Life follows me.” Here voice was shaky and her eyes never leave gazing the floor. “Life is hard!”, her tears precedes her. Love and hate are two different emotions packed in same bag. They are the fabrication of the wobbling mind and crazy days. I once heard of story of a hard working individual that life got him the wrong way. On the morning moments after that he read his wife’s divorce note on the kitchen counter, he learnt he was let go at the job. “I hate my life.” he was crying when return to this home with his office stuff. He picked up the phone to inform his family about…