When in the middle of somewhere!
After today, it has been almost 02 years from the day I jumped on that train, moved to Saigon and really turned over a new chapter of the life-book.
Many people, including my friends asked me the question:”Whys?”
- “Why did you move to the South?”
- “You’ve family, house and food available with minimum effort! Why moving out?”
- And the toughest question: “Why Saigon?”
And for most of them, I don’t have a clue. I even did not know what I was doing when jumped on that damn-train. And what I was thinking when came back Saigon 02 times until now.
There should be something that hidden away, and recently I just realized that the more unknown path you choose, the more chance you’re falling down. It’s harsh, but that’s the way to growth.
- The more time I spend on the street just to get lost, the more confident I am when putting me anywhere in this city.
- The more time I get out of the track, the more evidence I have to persuade myself how important of determination.
- The more time I discover the unknown street, instead of popular sightseeing, the more true beauty I feel from a strange city.
- The more time I meet with new & interesting people, the bigger of my world-view and the smaller am I in this world.
- But the more time I stay alone, the better I understand myself thoroughly.
There is endlessly debate about introvert & extrovert, which one is better? The question should be asked instead :”Do you understand yourself enough, yet?”
For me, myself, I am extroverted-introvert (so that I know what is the core base, and what part is the extra value).
Above all of those insane self-talk, I just want to thank me for being lost (at least 5 times last 02 years). And looking backward, compare to my younger-self, I find the more mature I am now, but not enough, yet.
Saigon, Mar, 2017