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THOUGHTS
I Want to Be Rich but Not for the Reasons You May Think I Have
For as far back as I can remember, I always felt distressed when witnessing the plight of others.
Call me naïve but I really believed in a world where there is no suffering. Everyone is full of love and wants the best for others.
Of course this is the perfect recipe for disappointment. I remember so many times when I would be dejected having experienced unkindness. Not forgetting the times when others took advantage of me and then play the apologetic card, knowing I would cave in.
An ex-colleague of mine, wrote me a farewell card. “You are actually a nice person but you expect too much of others.”
I guess the problem lies with me.
And as the years passed, I sort of conformed to societal norms, after all how many times could you get disappointed and hurt until it all becomes numb?
But I always knew that person inside of me is hiding somewhere in the dark recesses of my battered soul. He likes to pay a visit in the late nights when I didn't feel like sleeping, opting to peer into the blank and letting my mind be free of the prison I imposed.
It is during such moments that I realise I am pretty much still that same naïve boy. My hopes and…
