Wise people say,
“The right people will come at the right time.”

I believe that’s true. I want to thank you all for coming at the right time: You guys are truly good people. ♥️

I think I’ve almost never let you know my true story. I’ve always hidden everything about myself behind the words, “I’m good.” I realize now that’s not a good idea. Especially since I know almost everything about your stories.

So, through this long paragraph, I want to let you know what’s been going on with me these past few days, though maybe only about 10%.

Not 10%, it’s too much. 1% is enough haha
Actually, the man who always sits with you at every dinner is a patient. Yes, he is an outpatient seeing a psychologist –until now. Fortunately, he realized early on that he has been struggling with long-term anxiety. Otherwise, it could have gotten worse and worse.

Everything happened so fast. If anyone remembers, he was the first one to say “yes” when you all talked about going to Taipei. He was the most passionate about taking action. And yes, of course, there was a reason: he was trying to avoid something (really sorry for this).

He will never speak the truth, following his own idiom: “Men must be strong.” He’s also someone who truly hates seeking attention or making excuses. So, he thought staying silent was the best choice. He believed he didn’t need anyone.

But as time went by, he began to realize that something was happening within him. Unfortunately, by then, no one was around. Eventually, feelings of loneliness, uselessness, and hopelessness started becoming part of his daily life.

Yeah, you guys are correct that many people know him. Almost all Indonesian students know him in Cheng Da—not only in Cheng Da, but almost throughout Taiwan. Unfortunately, none of them are close enough. And they know him because of “something” as well. So, again, there’s no place for sharing anything.

Many people seek his advice, and yeah, he can give advice wisely. Of course, because sometimes what he says is based on his painful experiences, and with the hope that the same thing doesn’t happen to others.
He listens carefully, responds gently, and often finds the right words to comfort others, even when he himself is struggling inside. What people don’t realize is that behind every piece of advice he gives, there’s a story he rarely tells—a scar he’s quietly carried. He helps others not because he has everything figured out, but because he knows exactly how it feels to be lost, unheard, and in pain.

And maybe, in helping others, he’s trying to heal parts of himself too.
He hides his own emotions so well that people often assume he’s always okay. But the truth is, some nights are heavy. Some days feel endless. He may smile, joke, and listen like everything is fine—but deep down, he’s still fighting silent battles that no one sees.

Still, he never lets that stop him from being there for others. Not because he wants to be seen as strong, but because he genuinely cares. He knows the value of a kind word, the power of being heard, and the comfort of not being alone. And maybe, just maybe, he hopes that one day, someone will notice, not just the smile he shows, but the weight he carries behind it.
Again and again, he chooses kindness. Again and again, he chooses patience. Even when he’s tired. Even when he feels empty. He never blames anyone for not seeing his pain. He’s the one who hides it, after all. But sometimes, in the quiet moments, he wonders what it would feel like to be truly understood without explanation.

Because at the end of the day, even the strongest ones need someone too. Not to fix them. Not to save them. Just to stay, to listen, to remind them that they are not alone in this world.
He has learned to live with the silence, to find peace in being his own source of strength. He keeps telling himself that this is just a phase, that it will pass, that better days will come. And maybe they will. But until then, he continues to be the steady shoulder, the patient listener, the silent helper.

He no longer expects anyone to understand what he carries, and that’s okay. He has made peace with the parts of himself that no one sees. The strength he’s built didn’t come from applause or comfort, but from surviving in the quiet, unseen places of his life.

He doesn’t talk much about his struggles, not because they aren’t real, but because he’s accepted that some things are meant to be held in silence. Clown keeps clowning. That’s what people expect, and that’s what he knows how to do. Smile, carry on, and make sure others feel lighter, even when he doesn’t.
That, quietly and completely, is enough.
These long paragraphs might not all be read, but I truly appreciate everything you guys have done. I hope that one day, I can do the same for others, just like you did for me.
You are the right people at the right time. You came when I at my worst. When I had nothing to offer except silence, tired smiles, and a heart that was quietly breaking. I didn’t ask for help. I didn’t say much. But somehow, your presence made everything feel a little lighter. You didn’t need to fix anything. Just being there was enough.

Sometimes, the right people don’t arrive with big gestures. They show up through small kindnesses, through quiet understanding, and through simply staying. That is what you gave me, even if you didn’t realize it

Tainan, Friday, July 11 2025
Me with Fresh Eyes.