A dark corner

We all have this one spot where we go to whenever things don’t go right. I’d like to call it the dark corner. To me it is a safe place, silent and alone, yet not lonely. I usually visit this spot once in a short while to see how dark it gets through time, or how brighter it becomes after putting so much effort to light it up. Even though we all have it, it is various from person to person. And it is caused by different factors in life.

Have you ever felt empty while you have everyone around? You feel that you don’t even belong there/here. You sound hopeful yet you know it’s a denial. You tell yourself every day that life must go on whether you want it or not; it doesn’t stop here, or unless yo… well I don’t have to finis the sentence, do it? Don’t be a fool. Even if you die, the problem will not solve itself; it is passed to others, worst, it might be passed to the people you love and care for the most. Still you are in your dark corner and looking for a way out, still haven’t succeeded.

Have you been told that you are a loser? Have you been thought to be successful and turns out the opposite? Has anyone said something like β€˜I thought you were my only hope’ to you? Read the question again, slowly this time.

I bet we all have been through this and yes we have that dark spot where we appreciate so much that you don’t wanna share with anyone, not even with your partner. Special! I sometimes feel guilty for not being able to share my thoughts in a straightforward way. I can’t. I just am unable to express it the way common people could comprehend. All they do is judge.

I’m quite pessimistic and hopeless, but it’s funny that I teach people to be optimistic and hopeful. Here the irony is. I only try so that others might be motivated and start it over. They don’t deserve to swim through thing like I have been experiencing. Am I passive? Yes. Because all I wish to see in others is greatness and joy. I can’t now. I am all alone on a boat paddling on an endless lake. I can’t be thinking too much about others. I have to live. Like my previous post, I encouraged others to be selfish because I know people aren’t like us, seeing the world as a better place for everyone. They see us as a door mat they can step on and feeling no guilt whatsoever.

This dark corner of mine starts to show itself: I’m pissed. What is so wrong about being pissed? Non. You only become who you are, the real one. The worst thing is that I’m a passively pissed person; I don’t go around pouting my fingers on others; I take it all, by myself. Stupid, sometimes I call myself.

It’s too dark here. I can’t even see what I typing.

You heard me, how is yours?

The gate is there; go open it!

Not EVERYTHING is possible

Many people, mentors, gurus, and books suggest that EVERYTHING is possible. Personally, I start to doubt this idea.

Can you convince me that EVERYTHING IS POSSIBLE?

Try now! I AM EAGER TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS. πŸ€”πŸ€”πŸ€”

Stay in your financial lane (khmer)

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Put yourself first; thank me later

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The Dark Room

Why do people do what they do? I don’t seem to fully understand this, and I do know that many others don’t either. Human is a mysterious creature to understand. Science has not scientifically (really?) proved the existence of people yet. What I am saying is that we don’t understand ourselves.

People do what their emotion leads them to. That is part of the truth. You don’t have to debate, but feel free to share your idea with me on this. Frankly, we are run by our emotions. Sometimes we are sad, happy, excited and more, and we tend to act accordingly. Alright, let’s go straight to the point.

Don’t you think we are living in our world by ourself. Each of us. We all have our own specific world. We live in the one we prefer, we imagine. Some share their worlds, but some are very conservative. We lean to what we feel right, not necessarily the universal right. When we think it is right in our world, we want it to right in any others’. That’s why we always question everyone’s choices, way of life, choice of clothes, job preferences, and others. We acquire our own philosophies, and we don’t seem to like others’ much. Remember? We are living in our own WORLD, and we make our rules. Not saying it is bad; it is no false.

But why is it dark? Your choices aren’t, nor are other people’s; the truth is. We all have come across some if not tons of ugly truths such as you get more attention if you pretty, you tend to be successful if your family is, people with more money are more powerful, or women are physically weaker than men (majority). Isn’t it dark?

Most of us, including me, can’t run away from the dark truth, the reality. Things are running through our head and we cannot do anything about it. We can’t stop the thoughts, nor can we change what has already happened. A lot of people have been telling me to stop trying to figure out what the problems are, but instead they want me to move on and forget the bad things. I bet you have tried it, but failed.

Thoughts are fighting, even now, and they never stop.

Worries, anxieties, excitements, imaginaries, …etc, you name it.