The art of living in hell

Before we dig very deep and destruct the tour to Phu Quoc, Vietnam, I will need to get into the emotional aspect of things once again. I'm not pointing fingers at anyone.

So why do feel shit about ourselves? What were you trying to do, what was your goal? You tried, you lobbied, you persuaded, you even threatened. Why is it that it couldn't take you further, send you higher? Why aren't other people acknowledging our effort, dismissing our work and look down on us? How can it be so dirty, so nasty? It was just totally unfair and unjust. I just hate everyone, I dedicated my life and effort into it, there's no turning back. You owe it to me, you shouldn't have scolded me, I'm totally pissed off.

We have heard all that loud and clear. This is why I call for a reflection. When you look back, you will know why it's flawed, how it couldn't withstand a stress test and competition, and lost steam as time passes by. There is nothing wrong gathering attention, trying to stay in the game and remaining relevant. But not at the expense of innocent people whose livelihood and safety are at risk. Everything is harsh and brutal, and I need skill, craft, endurance, patience and mindfulness.

This is the world you're facing, not just your friends and relatives at heart. They have no obligation to treat you like a sweetheart and pamper you. And yes we can have heated debate and go at each other, but we know our bottom line and we get down to business. We know what matters most and what is clutch.

So chill and listen to some music before planning to do anything. Cheers

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