How about a little sympathy for the strong?

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Can』t help thinking, why is it that the leading actor in the film who is supposed to go for a journey in search of self is always a middle-aged loser? Either a loser for love or marriage, divorced, broken-up, or the loser for career, laid off or dispatched to somewhere unknown. Is it only middle-aged losers are allowed to drop whatever they have in hand, and go on searching? For those 20 something, they must be not qualified for being called as loser.
 
Liz, a typical divorcee, a hurter.
She ended her marriage, and didn』t get along well with her young boyfriend either. In her words, she has been acting like a college kid since she was 15, either she was with someone, or breaking with someone, never been with herself for even two weeks』 long. She has lost her appetite for food and life.
 
Therefore, a reason just came out, which has justified her runaway.
 
She has regained the appreciation for food in Italy, a fabulous place where it is taken for granted that everyone should enjoy the sweetness of doing nothing, has learned to forgive herself during the meditation trip to India, the source for Buddhism and finally found love in Bali, where everyone is supposed to have a little love affair. (I didn't want to say the one, cuz there are too many "the ones" for Americans.)
 
Given the fact that we all were raised up by the so-called Chinese traditional education, we were told to be strong when a little frustration came out probably just because we failed to get the candies of our flavor back when we were kids. To cry is obviously a sign of weakness, which we are not supposed to show in front of others. Hide all your emotions, that’s what I have learned through my whole childhood, cuz that’s the only way I could avoid any possible hurt from others. We Chinese, always are good students, and have acquired this ability way before we even had any chance to get in touch with all bad things. We never get an opportunity to realize that it’s no big deal to be hurt, and sometimes that’s the only way you will be healed. Hurters are always regarded as the ones to be blamed.
 
Send me love and light every time you think of me, and then drop it, so that you can move on.
But what about the person who receives? With all those burden, how can he or she possibly pack light and get on the road?