Claiming what is left for me.

Having been wandering through life for almost 26 years, I never truly understand what it is (or they are) that makes me keep on going. At the end of the day, I am just a big piece of flesh dragged around by the course of nature. Even with the biggest advantage I have as a human being – consciousness, I’m no exception to being under the influence of the law of nature, unexpected events, impulsive decisions – the decisions of my own and others caused by our brain chemical reactions, or the so-called emotions. I ask myself the question: what there is left for myself?

I have enjoyed my experience. I have felt like I was the happiest person on Earth. But I also have been crushed, tormented by the constant moves of life. As I go along, everything changes and I have to either accept it or leave it. Here is where I find the answer for the previous question: I can at least decide whether to stay. Yet, it brings me another question: is it worth the effort? And if it is, how do I keep going?

My whole life has been about chasing highs and lows. Shallow as it may sound, isn’t it what we are all doing? We experience the lows so the highs can truly thrive in our hearts, giving us all the sparkling fireworks of happy hormones. If there are highs, there must be lows. Some may try to keep the two balance so the lows won’t feel like a drop from heaven. Some may give it all for the highs no matter how it will turn out to be. Some’d rather be able to choose their suffering so they can experience the highs later.

Time is running out. I have to quickly put myself together and keep on moving. As long as I still have the strength to do life, I’ll do it. I can’t tell how far my journey will take me but I do count on it. I will continue holding the book of fairy tales near my heart, maybe with an extra lock this time, so someday, a true miracle can happen as the heart lets the eyes see it.

Now it is still at ‘someday‘.

2222 I am not alone

Youtube has been my best friend these days.

During hard times, I watch Youtube for days on end. Clips after clips. Endless dopamine rush that distracts me from feeling my emotions. Crying is surely relieving but also exhausting, and the crying starts to feel useless. Pains seem to keep welling up. I wonder, how the sky used to be so blue.

In Youtube, I search for comfort. Millions of videos about how to get over a broken relationship won’t always give you the best advice but they make me realize that people have it worse. Maybe the pain is incomparable but at least I feel less alone. I’m still sad and part of me still wants to turn back time to fix things, but Youtube people say it is just not meant to be. After all, Youtube is bad but it has so many ‘but’s.

At this point, I ask myself, what I am actually missing and grieving for? Is it a person that I used to love? Is it a deep connection? Is it their open arms that I called home? And I mostly wonder, were they even mine to lose to begin with?

Isn’t it funny how the internet has things for everything. Even your dark deep feelings probably have already been talked and discussed about. You are definitely not the only one who got your heart broken.

Today I saw 2222 and it confirmed: I am not alone.

Turning 27

Another milestone to celebrate my existence: today is my birthday!

Years have passed and I am now in my late 20s, meaning some more years and I will soon be in my 30s. Remembering when I was a freshman in college, looking up to the seniors and people I know who have graduated, I always admired the way they carried themselves, how confident they looked. It seemed to me that they must have had their life figured out somehow. I was excited about my upcoming years of university, couldn’t wait to see how the years would lead me to be.

I’ve now reached my 27th year, and while I am proud of the person I am now, I still feel terrified for what is coming. Like a baby bird learning how to fly for the first time. The world is too big. The more I learn, the more I realize how little I am. Especially about myself. I’ve just started to become aware of my well-being and learn how to be truthful to myself. Knowledge about the self is as vast as knowledge about the world. You can just dig deeper and deeper and will never reach a bottom.

So what did I learn about myself until this point exactly?

1. I have yet to become a good friend of my own.

I made a blog post years ago about being my own best friend, since only I know best about myself, and I is literally the person that will be physically there for me 24/7. At that time, I promised to take care of and be kind to myself no matter what. But being a good, non-toxic friend is not easy. It turned out, that I don’t know about myself as much as I would like to. Plus, I have wounds. I was hurt and then I go hurt other people, including poor Anh.

My relationship with myself has been complicated – on and off. There are days that I feel nothing but love. But there are also days of guilt-tripping, harsh words, and blood. The communication has not been always open and honest. Even though both Anh and I wanted it all to be transparent, we couldn’t always verbalize what we truly feel.

Therefore, today, I want to say to myself: “Anh, I am sorry. I wasn’t kind to you lately but I am here and I will always be here for you. Please don’t give up on me. Let’s learn how to communicate with each other. Let’s learn how to love again.”

2. I need to accept that I am toxic.

Recognizing the positive side, good qualities is obviously essential. But it is only half of the story. Self-acceptance means that you praise the good AND accept the bad. Facing yourself – raw, unfiltered is the very first step of the healing process.

I am so used to suppressing this side of me, unaware of the small disasters it creates. I lied to myself, to other people that I am open to constructive criticism. But am I actually? How do I feel when someone shows me how inconsiderate, and negative I have been? I was told indirectly that I am a hypocrite. If I can’t be kind to myself, how do I walk around acting kind to other people?

“I don’t always bring joy to the world and it’s ok. I am no goddess. I am a human. I have my dark side. Let’s work on that!”

Shadow work is working with your unconscious mind to uncover the parts of yourself that you repress and hide from yourself. This can include trauma or parts of your personality that you subconsciously consider undesirable.

(https://www.betterup.com/blog/shadow-work)

3. I am capable of the extremes.

Past months have shown me how emotions can bring me places, places I’ve never been to in my life. And all it took wasn’t much, because I gambled my life on “it”, one single thing. It was an “All-or-Nothing” bet: you either have everything or lose everything – extreme for extreme. Will I continue to gamble on “it” again? Blank. But am I proud of myself for having experienced something that many people haven’t? Hell yeah!

Besides the pains I now know that I am capable to feel, I am also very well capable of the opposites, whether it is love, care, happiness or even extreme optimism. The range of emotions is what makes me a human. My feelings are raw and I am proud of it.

4. Boundaries save me and save you.

Setting boundaries is teaching other people how to treat you.

Michelle Elman – The Joy of Being Selfish

I always believed that my life can only be surrounded by kind-hearted people who can only make my life better. I still do believe in this reality. But at the same time, I rarely refuse anyone that walks into my life. This could mean a lot of things, one of which is since small, I was taught to put the needs of other people before my own. It wasn’t until recently that I noticed the consequences of it. I want to claim my life back. Badly.

Setting good boundaries doesn’t mean that I stop caring about other people. It means I take full responsibility for my own well-being so others don’t have to. Since I am also a human, I value my happiness as much as I value others’. I am learning to be kind to myself so I can reflect that onto the people around me, especially my loved ones.

….

Hey, I know July 22, 2022, isn’t the birthday that you expected. And I know all you want is good memories that lead you to this day. I am sorry I couldn’t give that to you this year. I am really sorry...

Happy Birthday.

No one has taken anything away…


No one has taken anything away —
there is even a sweetness for me in being apart.
I kiss you now across the many
hundreds of miles that separate us.

I know: our gifts are unequal, which is
why my voice is — quiet, for the first time.
What can my untutored verse
matter to you, a young Derzhavin?

For your terrible flight I give you blessing.
Fly, then, young eagle! You
have stared into the sun without blinking.
Can my young gaze be too heavy for you?

No one has ever stared more
tenderly or more fixedly after you …
I kiss you — across hundreds of
separating years.


by Marina Tsvetaeva

translated by Elaine Feinstein

Damn I was loved 🥰

[11/11/2021, 16:01] Anh: Omfg three cakes🥶🥶🥶
[11/11/2021, 16:02] Anh: Too sweeeeeet
[11/11/2021, 16:03] Anh: Thank you🧎🏻🧎🏻🧎🏻🧎🏻
[11/11/2021, 16:03] M: You welcome 🙂
[11/11/2021, 18:00] Anh: I made an experiment with bacon and cabbage. If you want some let me know✌
[11/11/2021, 18:03] M: Damn sounds nice
[11/11/2021, 18:03] M: Yeah I would to
[11/11/2021, 18:04] Anh: I bring you the whole pot
[11/11/2021, 18:07] Anh: Have your spoon and bowl ready!
[11/11/2021, 18:07] Anh: Coming in 2min

[11/24/2021, 13:17] M: Yo don’t buy anything for lunch I made you some chickens🍗🥰
[11/24/2021, 13:18] M: You just need to microwave them
[11/24/2021, 13:36] Anh: Thank you!!!!!!
[11/24/2021, 13:36] M: You are welcome!!

[2/2, 16:35] Anh: Last bus
[2/2, 16:36] Anh: Just finished✌
[2/2, 16:44] M: Keep going love, I am waiting with my heart and soul full of excitement and love ❤️❤️❤️❤️
[2/2, 16:53] M: 😍😍
[2/2, 17:05] Anh: Can you not lock the door and the stair door when you go out
[2/2, 17:05] Anh: So we don’t need more time to unlock when we get back in
[2/2, 17:12] M: ABSOLUTELY!!!
[2/2, 17:52] Anh: ON THE TRAIN✌
[2/2, 17:52] M: Have a nice trip, I will be waiting
[2/2, 17:52] M: 😚
[2/2, 17:52] Anh: Thank you babieeee
[2/2, 17:53] M: LOVE YOY 💘
[2/2, 17:53] Anh: LOVE YOY TOO

Little moments. So simple. Why do I keep forgetting how happiness and love comes in the little things?! Now I regret. I look back to the past, running from the painful present and absolutely detest the future. What was I fighting for then when I already had everything? How silly I was. I literally thought I was fighting for a “future”, something that doesn’t exist. And now my everything is gone as I long for a day to finally be able to touch his face again, look into those eyes that send me straight to the sea of calmness. His presence will sooth my heart like nothing ever happened…which might be no more than just a luxurious fantasy of mine.

In the meanwhile, I’m learning to love myself as the way I was loved by him. It is surely difficult, especially I still cry every night. It’s too easy to fall into the victim mindset when all I see is my loss. Sometimes I can’t help living in my head: “from my side of the story, I’m unlovable, I’m ignored, I’m in deep pain while he is out there having fun and welcoming new people into his life. Among all the people he met, he chose to get rid of me, after all the love and kindness I gave. Did he decide that I’m no better than the some stranger he meets once or twice on the street? I must be the worst.” Again, why is it so easy to talk shit on myself? He wouldn’t do this to me so I should definitely stop doing it to myself.

Still, even though I struggle to hold myself strong every day, I wish him nothing but peace and love. A special person will come into his life and treat him like how he deserves to be treated. She will appreciate him, listen to him, understand him and love him with all her heart. He will forget about me with the dramas. He will have the best life, while I might not be there to witness, I’ll be truly happy for him.

Moreover, I understand that I too deserve peace and love. I’m aware that I come first in my life, as much as I’m aware that each person comes first in their own life.

I’ve learned the lesson of unconditional love that goes beyond physical possession and bounded labels.

Anh, it’s time to go home.

My turn, finally

Finally it was my turn.

Finally I got to know what it’s like to like some grown adult-sized human so so much that all I’d ever want is to squeeze them tightly in my arms.

Finally I got to know what it’s like to connect with someone, physically, emotionally and spiritually – as they are, as I am, as we are.

Finally I got to live out my biggest fantasy – being cared and loved.

Even until now, after a year into the relationship, I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that I am no longer single. With all the insecurities and the evils I’m aware of myself, it’s never easy for me to take a compliment, not to mention this huge love they’ve given. Hence, we clashed several times over the silliest little things.

And to make things “easier”, we’ve committed ourselves in a long distance relationship – because like what they say, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.

But stronger how?

1. I’ve learned to be vulnerable

Undoubtedly, the indifference can distance us from the possible emotional harm or any unnecessary attachments. It can be a good defense mechanism in the current chaotic world, as we could cut off all the noises.

But when it comes to humans, how do we know which one is the “noise”? How are we certain that the person won’t hurt us? Or do we bother to know if ourselves is the “noise”?

As much as I pondered (or wanted to) those questions when I met them, it didn’t matter much. Nothing that I’d learned about defense could apply. They came into my life bringing their hopes and dreams, fears, wounds and secrets. I had no reason to hide anymore. I was pulled out of the shadow. By their vulnerability.

I’ve realized that speaking about your emotions, thoughts and worries is actually a way of facing the truth. Being vulnerable is being your authentic self. Living vulnerably is living truthfully, boldly.

Now, communication is all we have. As much as I want them to open up to me about their life, I am sure they want me to do the same. And while I’m aware of it, it’s still a long way ahead for me to be completely vulnerable with them and with myself.

2. I’ve admitted, I am selfish

More than I imagined.

Behind the polished, noble facade I’ve created for myself, I am a selfish, angry child.

Going through years of singleness, I thought I was ready to love and give. I saw other couples’ mistakes, how they fell apart because of their big egos, telling myself I would never make the same mistake. But in reality, I stepped into the relationship trembling on my own identity.

Being such a hypocrite, I tell them that I love them for what matters, which is themselves. Yet I get angry, I become a three year old cry baby when I don’t get the attention that I want, while all they do is being themselves. It’s only fair to ask myself if I love them or just the idea of being in a romantic relationship. Is my love unconditional?

Despite my rollercoaster emotions thrown at them, they choose to stay. They accept me for who I am. When they say they love me more, they do. My love could never be compared. As long as my ego can’t learn to navigate right, me loving someone wholeheartedly is difficult.

But I want to love. And so I am learning to love.

With them.

3. Gratitude is key

“Why are you doing that to yourself?”, Mom once said, since she knew how it was to be in a long distance affair. She said so as if I did something awfully to myself. Even my mind too is sometimes wondering what could be different if they were here with me. The texts and calls would then become meaningless. And everything seems to be in vain.

Yet, again, it’s the selfish mindset, I realize. Bickering myself over the situation, how I am treated and all is selfish.

Looking at the situation that I am in, it could be painful, undeniably. But it’s who I am in with that makes it all different. I am not with just anyone, I am with them. The fact that they chose me among many other options is already making me the luckiest.

Doesn’t the same go with any other things we have to deal with in our lives? Gratitude brings contentment.

Never did I expect being in a relationship could be this hard, nor realize the answer could be so simple.

The answer is in front of my eyes, so close yet so far.

The answer is you.

Update July 25, 2022: Anh left the chat.

Mọi lời khen đều rất chủ quan, chỉ có cách mình tự nhìn nhận bản thân là khách quan? (Others' comments to you are subjective but your own reflection is objective?)

Tự nhiên sáng ngủ dậy nhớ đến cô Loan chủ nhiệm lớp 2. Nhớ ngày xưa chả làm cái trò trống gì mà cũng được cô cho làm tổ trưởng tổ khỉ nào đấy. Tổ trưởng đếch gì suốt ngày bị bọn tổ viên bắt nạt. Rồi thế quái nào lại lên cả chức lớp phó. Và đương nhiên mình cũng chỉ mang danh cho vui thôi vì bạn lớp trưởng đẹp trai làm hết việc quản lớp (!) THỀ là bố mẹ không có đút lót gì đề đạt nguyện vọng gì luôn. Mãi đến Tết năm đấy vì thấy mình được cô ưu ái quá nên bố mới dẫn mình đến nhà cô chúc Tết. Hồi đấy 7 tuổi nên chỉ nhớ cô khen ngoan, cô bảo cô ước có một đứa con như mình.

Thế rồi hưởng quan danh chẳng được bao lâu thì đến năm sau mình chuyển sang học lớp chọn. Dân mọn hoàn dân mọn.

Bạn đam mê thả diều nhưng không biết thả diều

Bây giờ nghĩ lại vẫn không hiểu hồi đấy có phải do Halo effect hay do mặt mình gợi nhớ cho cô điều gì mà được cô chú ý đến thế. Ngoan thì đứa đếch nào mà chẳng ngoan. Kết quả học tập thì chẳng có gì nổi trội từ hồi đấy đến giờ luôn!

Công nhận nhiều lúc có những điểm ở bản thân mà chỉ có người ngoài mới nhìn thấy được. Nhưng cũng vì là người NGOÀI nên chẳng thấy hết được bên trong, chẳng biết được những thứ xấu xí, đáng xấu hổ của bản thân. Nên nếu có ai khen mình cái gì đấy, mình chẳng bao giờ tin cả. Vì cơ bản nó một chiều và độ xác tin thấp, hay ít nhất là phần “tôi” tự ti của mình bảo mình vậy. Thực sự là những lời khen đối với mình đều rất khó tin.

Vậy câu hỏi đặt ra: Nên tin ai đây? Tin vào sự tự ti của bản thân? Hay tin những người xung quanh – người thân, bạn bè và thậm chí người lạ? Và tại sao khi bị chỉ trích, phê bình và thậm chí là chê bai, phỉ báng thì bản thân lại tin răm rắp, rồi tự dằn vặt tự chất vấn đến mất ăn mất ngủ?

Câu chuyện mất áo

Đây, để mình kể cho các bạn nghe một câu chuyện.

Mình có một chiếc áo giữ nhiệt màu đen. Áo vải rất mềm, cổ khoét sâu nên mặc áo bên ngoài không sợ bị lộ. Nói chung mình rất thích chiếc áo.

Thế nhưng một ngày nọ mình phát hiện chiếc áo biến mất. Mình lục tung cả tủ quần áo, tủ bố, tủ mẹ mà tìm không thấy. Mẹ thấy tội nên mua cho mình hẳn hai chiếc áo mới. Nhưng mình không thấy giống. Vẫn muốn tìm lại bằng được chiếc áo.

Mình tiếc lắm. Tính đến ngày hôm nay thì đã được 3 tuần kể từ khi chiếc áo biến mất. Mình miết tìm. Và áo thì vẫn không xuất hiện.

Hết câu chuyện mất áo.

When you know you’re not ready for any intimate relationship

16:40 I'm coming home! So excited!
17:26 Fried bananas 
17:30 I hope you feel better today!
18:00 I'm ready xx  
18:30 I hope everything is ok? 

….

“It’s BLACK FRIDAAAAY! Are you coming with me?”

“Nope! I have an appointment at 6.30!” 😀

3 hours later

“You know what? I should have gone with her…”

“Nothing happened?”

“Well, I probably deserve that!”

“You’re right! And we’re not entitled to anyone’s care and attention anyways haha”

“Very true. You and I should be content with whatever handed to us!”

“Now back to work because we spent too much time thinking of something that doesn’t belong to us…”

Phải “đi” thì mới nên người?

Ngày mai tớ (lại) đi pre-departure camp các cậu ạ. Nhưng lần này tớ tham gia với tư cách là returnee và các chị sẽ cho tớ hẳn 15′ để kể về chuyến đi năm xưa của tớ. Thế là tớ lại được dịp hồi tưởng lại mùa hè Stanton Home ’16.

garden2

At Stanton Home’s garden, 2016

Trong số các câu hỏi gợi ý có một câu như thế này: Những bài học rút ra trong dự án hoặc những thay đổi của bản thân khi anh/chị trở về?

Bài học con con thì nhiều, nhưng còn thay đổi? Các cậu có thấy tớ khác gì nhiều từ ngày về không? Con người ta ai mà chẳng học hỏi, lớn lên và thay đổi từng ngày, thậm chí là  từng giờ? Nếu “thay đổi” ở đây ám chỉ những thứ kiểu bước ngoặt, ngã rẽ cuộc đời, cái kiểu thay đổi 180 độ thì chắc không có. Có chăng thì là thêm chuyện để kể cho bớt nhạt.

Đến đây tớ lại nghĩ. Người ta bảo phải “đi” mới biết mình là ai, thì mới được gọi là sống. Nhưng các cậu đừng hiểu theo đúng nghĩa đen của chữ “đi” này nhé. Không cứ nhất thiết là phải xê dịch, phải phượt, phải bay sang nước XYZ thì mới được gọi là trải nghiệm. Đó chỉ một trong rất NHIỀU cách tận hưởng cuộc sống mà thôi. Cũng như không nhất thiết phải đi du học mới gọi là học, hay phải gầy đét mới được coi là khoẻ mạnh, phải ăn chay mới được cho là người có đạo đức, v.v.

Đây chính cũng là vấn đề của truyền thông và mạng xã hội. Họ luôn thiên vị. Họ tạo ra những “cái chuẩn” và định hướng chúng mình theo những “cái chuẩn” ấy. Mạng xã hội: hoặc làm con người ta quên mất tính độc đáo (originality) của bản thân; hoặc quá tâng bốc chủ nghĩa cá nhân (individualism), rằng con người ai cũng vô-cùng-đặc-biệt và chỉ nên làm những thứ siêu-siêu-đặc-biệt.

Thế là góc nhìn của chúng mình bị thu hẹp lại. Quan niệm về cái đẹp, về cách chúng mình sống và trải nghiệm bị hạn chế. Chúng mình chỉ tập trung vào những thứ hào nhoáng mà quên mất rằng chính những điều giản dị mà chúng mình đang có cũng đẹp đẽ và tuyệt vời đến nhường nào.

Quay trở lại việc đi và trải nghiệm, tớ nghĩ chúng mình chỉ cần có một cái đầu thật mở, mở hết cỡ để đón nhận trọn vẹn từng khoảnh khắc mà chúng mình đang sống. Quan sát nhiều hơn một tí, tương tác nhiều hơn một tí, chịu khó tìm tòi học hỏi thêm một tí thì lúc nào cuộc đời cũng đầy ắp những điều hay ho thú vị mà chẳng cần phải đi đâu í.

Nhỉ?!