Self-talking is resumed

I have to start self-talking again.
Because
Self-talking is self-loving
Self-talking is self-improving
Self-talking is self-advancing
Self-talking is self-learning

Admiralty/Central

Central has never been so colourful ever in history. Hundreds of tents have been set up here on hardcore road and the areas between admiralty station and the main government office. The tents have altered place of glass and concrete high rising commercial area to a spectacular protest region where Hong Kong citizens fight for democracy. 

This is the first time I arrive in the afternoon to support the students. After fighting for more than twenty days, the crowds, especially those persistence protesters, have grown bigger. With the night falling soon on this Saturday, I expect more and more people will come and join after dinner time. 

After checking the place around for half an hour, I found a spare place at the middle of the road to sit down. Lying my back on the light pole, I am feeling quite comfortable. Visitors, protesters, supporters or even tourists passingly through me non-stop. They take pictures, discuss politics or just just walk around to see this special political moment in Hong Kong. 

Coming down to the place and vitnessing the event by my own naked eyes, I have never been so sure that it takes actions to realise our dreams. 

Health is going to be the biggest issue for me after 30

I don't want to acknowledge it, but I can't lie to myself that my body is no longer as it's used to be after 30. I got tired easily especially after 11pm at night. These days, my body brings to bed automatically. My attention span gets shorter and therefore I take short breaks when I lost concentration. These are just two examples, there are also many signals giving from different parts of body that tells me to take care of myself.

Being the only child at home and both parents working long hours, I used think that I could die at home or somewhere without being noticed for days. However, the fact is that its not that easy to die in modern cities like Hong Kong, though you could be seriously sick and without obtaining proper care and attention. I am precisely the case in this condition, even now at my thirties. The pain on your body is no doubt very personal, there aren't enough words to describe different forms of sickness experienced by different persons I believe. Yet, it shouldn't be hard to perceive or just understand, especially when the problem comes to medical professionals like doctors and nurses.

Lately, not only myself, but also my friends, had experienced their illnesses being rejected and denied when they were seeking physical medical attentions from doctors. In some cases, doctors even suspected that they have psychological problems and suggested them to seek mental therapy. These cases had bring angers to all my mentally health friends. I wonder if those professionals know how it feels like to be asked by a doctor to see a psychologist instead of physical treatment when you are totally sane?

Everything seems has gotten a little bit crazy nowadays! Do we have a problem here?