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Insomnia Files #2 – Disappointment

I can’t help but wonder if this is the end of the road. We have grand illusions of love, believing that those who truly love you will be there for you at your lowest point. For those who have not uncovered this illusion, the truth is disappointing. The people who stick with you are those who you open up your world completely to. They are the friends who do not know how much of a wreck you are, and who simply do what they do best: be there as a friend. They text you randomly to share a joke, make plans to go out after exams, conjure up insane party and clubbing scenarios and promise to live them up together once the summer holidays are here. You are silently thankful for such friends; although they don’t know what you’re going through, they’re just there in all honesty and genuineness. Conversely, the people who you let into the deepest, darkest parts of your world usually shy away, averse to the sadness and emptiness. You had let them in hoping that they would be there as a support, but they shrink away – willing to only be just a friend and not anything more. They probably secretly wished you never let them in, and they could just be in that category of friends who was there but not cognizant of your troubles. And so you wonder  whether there is such a thing as true, unconditional support. Perhaps there is, but it ironically comes from strangers who would listen and give advice but who never have to deal with you on a day-to-day basis, and who are not part of your life. They are the therapists, the psychiatrists, the counsellors, the random strangers who read your posts. These are the people who strangely, feel for you. Who try to understand you despite not knowing you. And the people who know you, wants no part of the true you.

We live in a strange world.

Insomnia Files #1

I have been completely unproductive for the last week, giving in to pressures to fulfill my social obligations despite the fact that they are utterly disruptive to my study schedule. Perhaps I will turn off my phone one day, and simply tell everyone that it’s spoilt. I will be left alone to do my work, but I know the loneliness will hit once night falls and it’s time for dinner. I will then proceed to chastise myself for being the greatest contradiction of all, and then trudge around looking for the most decent meal that my pathetic budget would allow. I then wallow a little in self-pity, before throwing mysel back to work. Each night I lie in bed in fitful rest, before finally giving up any hope of sleep. And I write, here – about my insomnia. I can’t think of any value in such an existence.

Solitude

Solitude

I abandoned a half marathon race this morning; a race that I was looking forward to for the longest time. It wasn’t so much because of injury, than it was due to a lack of company. I thought that for once, I would have company for this race, but since it didn’t happen, I traded it up for a long bike ride which at least promised the company of cycling mates. Despite all the work that I have waiting for me, I hang around for as long as everyone else, sitting and chatting over drinks and food at a pit stop. Anything to shorten the lonely portions of the weekend. As I came home, I resolved never to let my own happiness be contingent on anyone else except myself. For the people whom you willingly give up your precious time for may not always be willing to do the same for you. And so, I feel myself retreating further into my own world, keeping my heart even more closely guarded. I teach myself to give and expect no return, to be company to others and expect loneliness in myself. To make the best out of this profound state of solitude.

It’s a funny thing coming home. Nothing changes. Everything looks the same, feels the same, even smells the same. You realize what’s changed is you.

F. Scott Fitzgerald (via selfinspiration)

October, Be Kind


I love this song, for it is how each day feels.

Lonely Road

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The post painful run each week, is what I call the “fasted-state” run, where I do my run 12 hours after my last meal. It teaches my body how to deal with the pain of running on empty, and how to use fat as an alternative fuel.

Sometimes I wish there was a way to train my mind in the same way. To put it through some sort of mental hell, and teach myself how to deal with extremely upsetting situations. The fasted-state runs are painful, no doubt, but for some reason, I like the feeling of an empty stomach – it makes me feel lighter and less weighed down by worldly problems and my thoughts are clearer, for the focus is all in the mind.

As I went out for my run today on an empty stomach, I started to think through the past week. I am grateful for the comments I’ve received from some of you in my previous post, urging me not to retreat to deep into my own world. Perhaps the alternative way out is to open up and talk about things, and I know that there’s someone who’s there, always ready to listen.

But how do I tell him that the disagreements with my family mostly involve him? How do I tell him that there seems to be someone at home who’s ratting on me to my parents? How do I tell him that my mum heard me talking to him over the phone once, got angry and stomped out of the house and left for dinner without me? That I was left starving at home for the rest of the night? How do I tell him that now every weekend, my parents no longer ask me out to dinner, leaving me at home in an empty house all by my lonesome self? How do I tell him that talking on the phone with him is hard because there’s no place in the house that I can be without someone overhearing? How can I tell him that I’m so paranoid now that I don’t even use my home phone to call him anymore? How do I tell him that I hate myself for lacking the courage to take a firm stand on this – to choose between giving this relationship up or to bear with the ostracism at home and the pain of having to hide and lie everyday?

I can’t tell him all this, because it would seem like it’s his fault, when it isn’t. I can’t tell him all this, because it all stems from my own lack of courage, which makes me hate myself even more.

How do you tell someone that they are the reason you;re happy, but also the biggest source of your pain and sadness?

You don’t. Because you can’t.

Late at night in a foreign place, with a song that’s rather apt to keep me company.

Surfacing For Air

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It’s been a while; many times i have felt the urge to write, the right way to express the emotions in words confound and elude me. The 3-month long summer break (though I would hesitate to call it a break) is drawing to an end – it has been eventful (perhaps overly so) and sufficiently fulfilling. It has been tiring but also rewarding; challenging but at the same time enlightening.

Thus comes the time when I surface for air – to catch a breather after plunging headlong into a deep pool of commitments. I have found myself growing at times, being pushed along by the currents at times, and cruising along at times. Regardless of the way I’m progressing, I have sought to retain tight control of the direction that I move in. Even as I drown in 12-hour workdays, I doggedly insist on sticking to my double-session training routine and teaching schedule.

Perhaps at this point in time, any discerning literary student would have read the above passages and note the obvious contradictions, and then acknowledge that the truism that contradiction lies at the core of humanity. For we are all walking contradictions and the greatest mistake that we make each day os to attempt to reconcile these inconsistencies and present to the world a coherent image of ourselves.

What we do not realise though, is that it is these contradictions that make us human; they give us character and transform each of us into a three-dimensional human being. According to Jack Johnson, we’re clever but we’re clueless. And yes, many of us are condiment but shy, assertive but insecure, competent but careless, driven but afraid, committed but frivolous. We soon realise that perfection is a myth and coherence is an impossibility.

My way to live then, is not to perfect the imperfections, but to accept them. It is not to reconcile the contradictions, but to embrace them. Living this way makes one more accepting and forgiving of others, as we realise that the supposed double standards we often accuse others of imposing are but a manifestation of the inherent contradictions of the human condition.

 

I remember pondering and writing about the futility of fighting the currents when swimming in the open sea, preferring instead to go with the currents; flow with it and make it work for you. Perhaps now, I’ve arrived at a deeper understanding of this. Over the years of being an angry, rebellious kid,I’ve learnt that anger and denial takes you nowhere (except to the darkest depth of the human condition). Things have not been smooth sailing lately, but I’ve learnt to accept the imperfections and hurdles of life as making up the essence of life itself. I stopped questioning why I have to bear the cost of the mistakes of others (which seems to be a recurring theme in my life recently), for what’s done is done, and we should let losses lie where they fall. I have been asked why I’m not angry, why do I not pursue the matter and hold those in the wrong responsible, but I simply shrug. Someone shrieked at me the other day, saying that I was too kind-hearted and letting others take advantage; once again I shrug it off and say, I don’t believe in karma. I don’t believe that kindness begets kindness; though I try to do good for those around me, but I don’t believe that kindness actually comes back to you. Perhaps the reward lies simply in being able to give others a hand. 

Neither is denial good for you – this is a lesson that I learnt from triathlon. “Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional”, this is what I once lived by. But now I take it further: I don’t just accept that each training session is painful and I also accept that suffering is part of it. Make your opponents play by your rules, that’s what I’ve been told over again. I’ve realised that we should play to win (rather than playing not to lose) and so the focus should be on our own strengths and not our opponents’ weaknesses (this becomes the focus only if you’re trying not to lose). So in every race, I acknowledge that everyone is suffering and going through pain, then I push the pace and invite them to suffer with me; all this while confident of beating them because I know that I am willing to suffer more than them, and willing to take more pain than anyone else.

This is in everything I do, training, racing, studying, working. For this is the way I deal with my own inherent contradictions – I am insecure but confident, insecure about my own abilities but confident about my capacity to suffer. This quiet acknowledgement of knowing how to deal with pain is how I battle the insecurities and the doubts.

And that is why everyday, I throw myself into deeper waters and take on greater challenges – I call it “training to increase capacity to suffer”. You’d be amaze at how far this ability to suffer can take you. But for now, it’s a heads-up and a breather; a time to surface for some air before plunging all the way down again.

Insomnia in A Foreign Land

 

What might be the biggest race of my life is now done and completed. The morning after, a feeling of emptiness and purposelessness creeps in. It is 5am here, but the sun is blazing bright. The sun rises slightly after 4am here in Taiwan: the days are long, and the nights are short. For an insomniac, this spells trouble, so here I am, sitting on the stairs outside my room, for fear of waking my room mate.

The entire race experience is unlike other. Racing as an elite against a world-class field can be intimidating, and also humbling. You realize that you may be one of the best in your country, but even among your regional neighbours, you are miles away. The intensity of ITU style racing is unbelievable, and now I know how it is like to push right to your limits, and collapse at the finishing line. Now that the race is over, the unspoken question among everyone seems to be: will we see each other again in two years’ time at the next world championships, or perhaps even in 3 years, the same team of us at the SEA games. The response seems different among everyone, some are ready to retire from the sport, some are focusing on just one sport from now on, but whatever it is, it seems we’re going our separate ways for the time being. 6 months of training with a team of people, a lot of sweat and pain, and one inspiring race experience that is pushing me to train harder than ever.

Divergence of The Heart and Mind

The soundtrack of the week that past. It’s been a physically and emotionally demanding week, and also one abound with reflections of what I truly love. There has been so much pain physically and emotionally, overwhelming but also numbing. I am grateful for those who can sense it, and I recall one particular moment, when one of the girls that I hardly knew till the camp handed me my shades in the middle of a set, and said “it’s time to hide the pain”.

Being away at camp was supposed to create a focused training environment, but everything comes to naught if the heart is somewhere else. That talk with my mum on the phone, the reminder that she was to have her annual physical checkup, the reminder of the cancer scare, the reminder that she could be dying. When too many things come to a head at the same time, there comes too many tough decisions to make. And when you dither over them or lack the strength to take the tough actions, you suffer and hang in an excruciating balance.

Never once have I felt like I knew exactly what I wanted, and yet also felt that I had no idea what I want. For relationships are messy things, and trusting your heart isn’t always the wisest thing. I have the ideal scenario, but it is a selfish one; for I try to make everyone happy through compromising, and yet I know that no one will truly be happy in the end. Someone asked me that day, “after over 3 years in the sport, surely you know that it’s something you love and want to do it for life right?” I was in complete agreement, but my mind instinctively drifted to ask: isn’t it the same with loving someone?

Perhaps I am jaded after not having felt truly happy and content in a long while. Or maybe as humans we always expect something in return for what we give. The guilt and unhappiness that I go through each day – maybe I expect to get something that would make it all worthwhile. But the lonely weekends and solitary days invariably makes one feel that there is no difference whether there is someone special in your life or not; for there is no companionship, and the loneliness and emptiness that we seek to relieve still haunts you,

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