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)

αž’αŸ’αž“αž€αžαŸ’αž›αŸ‡αžƒαžΎαž‰αž‚αŸαž˜αžΆαž“αž”αžΆαž“ αž…αž„αŸ‹αž”αžΆαž“αžŠαžΌαž…αž‚αŸαžŠαŸ‚αžš αž”αŸ‰αž»αž“αŸ’αžαŸ‚αž˜αž·αž“αžŠαŸ‚αž›αžƒαžΎαž‰αžαŸ†αž”αŸ’αžšαžΉαž„αžšαž€αž‘αŸαŸ” αž’αŸ’αž“αž€αžŽαžΆαž€αŸαž…αž„αŸ‹αž€αžΎαžαž˜αž€αž˜αžΆαž“αžŸαŸ’αžšαžΆαž”αŸ‹αžŠαŸ‚αžš αž”αŸ‰αž»αž“αŸ’αžαŸ‚αž”αžΎαž€αžΎαžαž˜αž€αž€αŸ’αžšαž€αŸαž™αžΎαž„αž€αŸ‚αž”αŸ’αžšαŸ‚αž’αŸ’αžœαžΈαž˜αž·αž“αž”αžΆαž“αžŠαŸ‚αžš αžŠαžΌαž…αŸ’αž“αŸαŸ‡αž˜αžΆαž“αžαŸ‚αžαŸ†αžšαž€ αž αžΎαž™αžŸαž“αŸ’αžŸαŸ†αž”αŸ’αžšαžΆαž€αŸ‹αž™αž€αž‘αŸ…αžœαž·αž“αž™αŸ„αž‚ αž‘αŸ„αŸ‡αžαž·αž…αž€αŸ’αžαžΈ αž…αŸ’αžšαžΎαž“αž€αŸ’αžαžΈαŸ”

αž™αžΎαž„αžƒαžΎαž‰αž‚αŸαžŸαž”αŸ’αž”αžΆαž™αž…αžΆαž™αž›αž»αž™ αž™αžΎαž„αž€αŸαž…αž„αŸ‹αž…αžΆαž™αž”αŸ‚αž”αž“αŸ„αŸ‡αžŠαŸ‚αžš αž”αŸ‰αž»αž“αŸ’αžαŸ‚αž™αžΎαž„αž‚αž½αžšαžαŸ‚αž‚αž·αžαž‚αžΌαž²αŸ’αž™αž”αžΆαž“αž†αŸ’αž„αžΆαž™αž”αž“αŸ’αžαž·αž…αž…αŸ†αž–αŸ„αŸ‡αž€αžΆαžšαž‚αŸ’αžšαž”αŸ‹αž‚αŸ’αžšαž„αž αž·αžšαž‰αžœαžαŸ’αžαž»αž•αŸ’αžαžΆαž›αŸ‹αžαŸ’αž›αž½αž“αŸ”

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αž˜αž·αž“αž˜αŸ‚αž“αž²αŸ’αž™αžˆαž”αŸ‹αž…αžΆαž™αž›αž»αž™ αž αžΎαž™αžŸαž“αŸ’αžŸαŸ†αž‘αžΆαŸ†αž„αž’αžŸαŸ‹αž“αŸ„αŸ‡αž‘αŸ αžαŸ‚αž‚αž½αžšαžŽαžΆαžšαž€αžœαž·αž’αžΈαžŸαžΆαžŸαŸ’αžšαŸ’αžαž”αž„αŸ’αž€αžΎαž“αž‘αŸ’αžšαž–αŸ’αž™αž²αŸ’αž™αž˜αžΆαž“αž›αŸ†αž αžΌαžšαžŸαž·αž“ (cash flow) αžŸαžΉαž˜αž…αžΆαž™αž”αŸ‚αž”αž’αžΌαžšαŸ—αŸ”

αž“αŸαŸ‡αž“αž·αž™αžΆαž™αž”αŸ’αžšαžΆαž”αŸ‹αžαŸ’αž›αž½αž“αž―αž„αž•αž„αžŠαŸ‚αžšαž‘αŸ αž”αžΎαž˜αžΆαž“αžαŸ’αž›αž½αž“αž€αŸαž™αž€αžαŸ’αž›αŸ‡αž‘αŸ…αŸ” πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

I didn’t mean it

… Some time later, I opened my eyes just to find myself in bed staring at the ceiling without any sheet on. I felt the cold air passing through the window, but I couldn’t tell what time it was. I looked at my clock I got for my 26th birthday, and I was wide awake; it was 7.45 in the morning. I had to go to work. I rolled to the left and both of my hands helped me sit up. I shook my head a few time to get a whole of myself. I knew I was about to be late, so I grabbed my phone to make a call. Tears dropped on the screen and I couldn’t help but collapsed. I again found my back against the bed. My left hand was still holding on to my phone tightly.

“Why did it happen? Why couldn’t I be more careful? Why couldn’t I be more sensitive? It was actually my fault, but she was the one who got the punishment.”

The phone rang, and I realized it was 8. I didn’t pick up the phone; I didn’t even care to check who was calling. I was on my own sitting by the edge of the bed thinking about what happened that night. I didn’t mean to hurt her feeling; she knew I didn’t, but she still did it.