Cleaning up my room

I live in a small room with lots of stuff. Oftentimes, I keep things that I don't need anymore, thinking they might be useful in the future. Eventually, these items filled my room, leaving no space.

When I want to buy new things, I have to throw stuff away to make space. I realize these items are already covered in dust. I've been keeping things that I won't even use in the future. It felt like keeping trash.

Fix you

When I watched a movie, there were moments when I got annoyed with the actors' behavior. For example, when I think, the actor is supposed to communicate it, but the actor left without talking, I was like “huh?” I got annoyed and had urge to fix it. Unfortunately, I could not tell them what they were supposed to do. The movie played following the script.

I often see life like a movie. People as the actors and life as the scenes. Just like when I watched a movie, when I saw people taking the wrong path, I tended to want to fix it. But I restraint it. I always remind myself; it is not my responsibility to fix broken people.

True Love

Once upon a time, I stumbled on this random video. It shows up on my YouTube home page. In this video, a monk shares wisdom about true love. He tells the difference between love and attachment. He also gives examples that compare acts of love or just attachment. He talks about universal love that I think it's not limited to a religion. So, anyone can watch it.

Don't marry a teacher

One day, when I scrolled short videos on social media, I stumbled upon a video. It portrays a Chinese grandpa that is teaching his granddaughter. Grandpa is already old. He has white hair. His age might be around 70-80 years old while his granddaughter might be 12-14 years old. Grandpa looked calm and wise. He said to his granddaughter that if she wants to have a happy marriage, don't marry a teacher. He didn't explain why then continued with other advice. I froze and confused. My reaction was What?!? Why??? Does that mean I won't be a good partner in romantic relationship? Geez, I felt offended. Fyi, I work as an educator, and I have spent half my life teaching.

I couldn't believe what grandpa said. I was thinking for a while trying to find the answer. It still didn't make sense for me, so I read comments section and found the reason.

Fear of darkness

When I was six years old, I remember power blackouts often happened in my neighborhood. It doesn't bother me at all if it happened at day light. But at night, where there's no light, it's a horror for me. When that happened, I became anxious, scared, cried, screamed and called my mom. She would find me and try to calm me down. I would run to her then stick with her wherever she went. I held onto her, so we didn't get separated.

As I grow up, I start to think about what I'm afraid of when I'm in the darkness.