I notice that the story of my life on this page, never involve Bliss? I don’t know why I actually never mentioned it. On this blog, which is also my inner world 🌎 doesn’t seem to include Bliss in.

I have 2 theories about this:
– One is because my “adult version” at work is so effective. I rarely have any trouble with it. I don’t have to internalize any hard feelings inside. I go home with the work left behind my shoulder.
– The second theory is: I work so hard, my brain is constantly thinking about it. So the time I’m writing on this blog is actually the relaxing time. The time for something else to rise up.

I’m running out of cash, so deeply. I was under the pressure of paying advance, new equipment, salary ( just yesterday ) – rent – electricity … Camel sent me 50 mil just last week to help me. 2 hour after the money went it, it’s already gone to China for new supplies. I’ve just finished paying salary for this month, and the rent, and the many other expenses.

I’m still running out of cash, no salary for me this month. I’m still paying “interest” to my mother, and …

I don’t want to talk about money anymore 😀 . I think that’s why I never mentioned it here, because it’s not poetic, it’s still real, too realistic. This place is my sanctuary, where my mind can write about love, about poetry, about many other thing that I love outside of work.

Is this this place is the shadow of my soul?

Do you know your shadow strectches all the way to hell?

Carl Jung

or this place is not my shadow yet, but there’s another one on top of this? I seem to find this place to whine, to complain, sometimes to contemplate about thing.

I kept wondering about life, why I’m doing things? Why do I work so hard? Why do I have to be so stressed out about money? Why do I have to create Bliss.

Anh Ti said: ” Làm nữa chết đó” , I guess so.

I can’t seem to write well during the day because my mind is scattering around work. I will write a better one later tonight.