The trip was awesome at first.I went to Bali for a holiday trip.
There were a lot of muddy dogs and
kids who are about 8-13 years old riding motorbikes.I mean it,they were really riding motorbikes at such young ages.
There was a pretty bad event at airport before my paradise came.
I was caught and almost forced to leave the country because my passport was about to get expired.
Therefore,my mom tried to persuade the security and it took about an hour to convince him.
Before the discussion finished,I thought why bad things always occur to me when I do good things.
I got angry at the god who I believed in.I talked to myself,"Does God even exist?"
I came to a conclusion wigh regret.
The God isn't kind or mean,
he was nothing but a equality.
I came to this conclusion because I realized that I always get same amount of happiness and sadness.
Enough despair for a day of my trip that was supposed to be fantastic.
