I don’t understand why I’m still so mad – is it because someone dear to me was a victim of workplace bully, or is it because I see all the wrongs not righted?
Reform and change are often the lofty ideals sold to youths to inspire them to revolutionise ideas, actions and systems. Not just for the youths, this prescription for a better world and a better life has been peddled over and over again to young and old alike.
Guess I fell prey to this “sexy” concoction. If anything is too good to be true, it probably is.
I look around me and realise nothing changes. There is no such medicine in the prescription sold to me. Change is talk and talk is cheap. I’m stopping short of saying change is cheap, cos I know deep down that it is not. I don’t have an alternative prescription but I wish witch doctors will stop peddling this prescription. The least we can do is not to treat life like a farce, kidding ourselves and convincing others to follow suit.
It’s funny how you know you were right and in this midst feel angry that you were right. Such is the complexity of human emotions. I know I have recovered. Wounds have healed over time but the scars remain. I wish never to look back and for the road ahead to be less turbulent. I hope I will find joy in the little things everyday and be less affected by the witch doctors around me.
