I have been running. For as long as I could remember, I have been an escapist. I ran away from obvious truths and am sometimes obstinately in denial. No matter how far I ran, I always end up where I started. There’s always some unfinished business, obligations and responsibilities that I must allow it to justify my continual existence. It’s easier said than done to say that I don’t care, to be selfish. Having a fatalistic attitude is but a luxury I cannot and must not afford. As hard as it is to learn to let go, it is the same to learn to hold on. We all learn as long as we draw breath. The moment we cease to learn is the genesis of decay.
Why is it that there’s always someone better off and that someone that’s worse? There will always be. A perception is as such that it is formed when we chose only to see what we want to see. Thus, the power of beliefs and of the moment cannot be quantized and measured. We are all but the sum of our thoughts from what we learn through experiences. No one can belittle anyone’s pain and discard a long-suffering person’s struggles as childish and insignificant. However, having said that, the “victim” must know that the state of the situation is what he/she allowed him/herself to be trapped in. Yes, I said allowed. In the words of the Cinderella Man, “I must believe that I have some control in life.” We all can claim to be a victim of circumstances in some point of our lives. What differentiate the victor from the victim is but only a choice.
Being a counselor for four years has given me the opportunity to experience the trauma of humanity. There were times when I thought that it could not be any worse and it did. Yet I take comfort in the triumphs of man’s ability to will and decide to breakthrough. It has kept me from being harden and cold. The lessons were hard and the yield is substantial enough to change the course of this life. Running was thought to be an easy option. I was proven wrong. Staying and face the music is much easier.
Having known that as a fact, I know must believe it as it is. The irony is…I found myself in lack of faith. The self-imposed victim mentality becomes a solace and a place that discourages courage. Faith and courage must run hand in hand. Beseeching encouragements and advices will fall on deaf ears if I am to chose the pits of ridiculous self-depreciating and self-fulfilling prophecies. Look deep…breathe deep…and plough on. It really is not as tough as it look. Take comfort in knowing that you have not suffered to the point of shedding your blood for false accusations. Someone paid dearly for you. Hang on. You are always worth it.
Michael Kuan a.k.a WindyG
Why is it that there’s always someone better off and that someone that’s worse? There will always be. A perception is as such that it is formed when we chose only to see what we want to see. Thus, the power of beliefs and of the moment cannot be quantized and measured. We are all but the sum of our thoughts from what we learn through experiences. No one can belittle anyone’s pain and discard a long-suffering person’s struggles as childish and insignificant. However, having said that, the “victim” must know that the state of the situation is what he/she allowed him/herself to be trapped in. Yes, I said allowed. In the words of the Cinderella Man, “I must believe that I have some control in life.” We all can claim to be a victim of circumstances in some point of our lives. What differentiate the victor from the victim is but only a choice.
Being a counselor for four years has given me the opportunity to experience the trauma of humanity. There were times when I thought that it could not be any worse and it did. Yet I take comfort in the triumphs of man’s ability to will and decide to breakthrough. It has kept me from being harden and cold. The lessons were hard and the yield is substantial enough to change the course of this life. Running was thought to be an easy option. I was proven wrong. Staying and face the music is much easier.
Having known that as a fact, I know must believe it as it is. The irony is…I found myself in lack of faith. The self-imposed victim mentality becomes a solace and a place that discourages courage. Faith and courage must run hand in hand. Beseeching encouragements and advices will fall on deaf ears if I am to chose the pits of ridiculous self-depreciating and self-fulfilling prophecies. Look deep…breathe deep…and plough on. It really is not as tough as it look. Take comfort in knowing that you have not suffered to the point of shedding your blood for false accusations. Someone paid dearly for you. Hang on. You are always worth it.
Michael Kuan a.k.a WindyG
