After everything I’ve been through, I realize that my lovesickness (in the past) was like a curse. For a long time, I deluded myself into believing that I would never forget that person—perhaps not even for the rest of my life.
From there, everything became muddled, both in my personal life and work. Everything intertwined, mixed up, and became utterly chaotic. I wandered in that maze for three years. Until one day, I finally understood the truth. I realized that I had led myself into it, making things difficult for myself by overdramatizing emotions for the sake of art and then genuinely believing those exaggerated feelings were real.
No, that’s not how it is! Real emotions aren’t like that. The pain, the longing, the regret—they’re not as beautiful as I made them out to be. After freeing myself from the shackles of the past, I took light, gentle steps forward. I thought I had escaped that word “obsession,” but little did I know, I’m still somewhat influenced by its remnants.
It feels like a curse. Because the things I created are still here. The thoughts, emotions, and sentiments were still intact, even though deep down I know I no longer feel anything. Well, it’s normal for me now, but for those who come after, it’s a big obstacle—causing insecurity, worry, and even feelings of hurt.
I also acknowledge that I made a big mistake, and the remnants of that still cling to me and impact me today. That’s why I’m slowly cleaning it up, little by little, day by day.
Source: Đáy Giếng
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- Sky -