I had so many frustrations in life but whenever I open it up to someone over a cup of coffee, it sounds so shallow even to my ears. I wonder why, when I am alone, I felt like the world is so unfair to me and my needs are not being met. But when I am having a good time, a really great one, I feel so blessed to be living in this kind of life. Am I the only one who feels this? Or we all do? At some point, I guess almost everyone felt the frustration of being unappreciated or unaccepted. But when discussed clearly with a crowd, it sounds absurd. The problem lies within us. It’s in our thinking, our nature, our souls. Everybody yearns to be heard, to be seen, to be understood. But not everyone will blatantly offer it to you. Not everyone can be pleased, or liked. Even you, in yourself, you know that you don’t like everyone around you. That is the main problem. You. Me. Each of us. We are our own problems.
You know what the problem is?