Reader Submission: Three Years in Nanyang, a Wanderer Awakens Drifting in Southeast Asia for three years. When I first went abroad, it wasn't to chase glory—I was pushed to the brink by life. Eager to make quick money, I plunged headlong into a place full of all sorts, scraping by in the gray areas. I've seen people pretend to be sworn brothers, only to scheme against each other the moment they turn around; I've seen someone get rich overnight, then fall into the abyss in the blink of an eye. Those shortcuts look tempting, but the price is often the rest of your life—a bet you can't afford to lose. Suffering itself is nothing worth mentioning. What's truly rare is that after taking a fall, you're still willing to choose to walk toward the light. Making a living is hard, and everyone has times when they have no choice. But the lower you are, the less you should gamble your bottom line for a comeback. A low point is for you to settle and reflect, not for you to burrow deeper into the dark. Don't fantasize about turning things around overnight. Take steady, slow steps—even if it's ordinary, at least your heart is at peace. It's never too late to get back on solid ground.
