There’s a point in my life that I figured out myself was the grumpy guy in the Christmas Carol.
Bad attitude hurts myself more than I wish to get justice by repeating the hurt.
To stop repeating the hurt, I get busy. It works for awhile. But when I apologise, the tangled knot in my heart vanishes, don't even need to smooth it to untangle it..
Words runs within my brain like a computer software. I wasn’t aware of this and consumed a lot of toxic information from repeating the hurt and got myself a mental illness. But most importantly no shame in not understanding how life works.
The biggest lie me and my friends ever told each other is that we cannot find new friends again.
It turns out choosing to help others is choosing and learning how to love again.
When I start to understand why success and fame is isolating, I start to realise that i need to prepare my friendships for adapting success and fame by helping my friends to be successful together all along the way.
When I choose to cry to choose to feel what should be expressed.
When I choose love over pride, I apologise and I recover.
When I hate I suffers from my self-created nightmare.