source link In March 2008 I visited a place that changed my life. Of course, back then bracing myself for every bump in the dusty road I had no idea where the rusted bus careening wildly along the highway from Phnom Penh to Sihanoukville would lead. At the time, I was living in Ho Chi Minh City when a friend asked if I wanted to spend the holidays in a cheap beachside location. The Sihanoukville peninsula in Cambodia was an 11-hour bus ride away and would only cost a handful of dollars to get there: it suited our needs.
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Serendipity: Finding Something Valuable by Chance
source I met the love of my life on that beach. Although the beach is called Occheuteal, the northern tip where we met is nicknamed Serendipity. It was the perfect coincidence: I found my partner and my happy place where I least expected. For the next decade, I romanticised Serendipity; it became the ideal place in my mind where I had found the perfect love. At least, I thought so.
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Idealising the Past
source It’s strange how a place that you visit can have such a profound effect on you, but Serendipity beach lived in my heart for ten years. It was never the most beautiful beach in the world, but to me it was perfect. Recently, I came across an inspiring TED talk by Guy Winch in which he explains that most of the pain of heartbreak is caused by idealising what was never really there. It made sense to me that rather than missing my ex, I was missing the way I felt when I met him.
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source link When it is over, you start to idealise that time and make it even more intriguing and appealing. Then your memory and feelings confuse that idealised version of life with that particular person when, in fact, it was a combination of things that made you feel like that and that person was just playing their part. That is why a lot of people get stuck in the past when it comes to relationships.
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Revisiting the Past
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click here Being a Gen X-er, I just missed out on the ‘heyday’ of places like Koh Pha Ngan or Goa. Today, I am comparing #Sihanoukville to my first visit 10 years ago. I’m speechless… pic.twitter.com/jZwBb6HrCQ
http://johanstellerphotography.com Utopia, the once fun guesthouse where we celebrated New Year, lies derelict: shrouded behind scaffolding boards, waiting to become yet another high-rise hotel. As I stood looking at its skeletal remains, I thought of the day they finished building the swimming pool. We were the first people to swim in it. If I listen hard enough over the sound of car engines and building construction, I can hear the steady beat of music and ripples of laughter echoing across the years.
When the Past is No Longer as You Remember
http://johanstellerphotography.com Over the last few years, Cambodia has opened its doors to extensive Chinese development. No doubt, it is bringing a great deal of money to the country, but at what cost to local businesses? You can read the article ‘No Cambodia Left’ that sums up what happens when foreign investment and mass tourism reach far-flung places like Sihanoukville. The place I loved has been destroyed.
source link I walked to the beach. The bars have all gone. There are no loungers; no tree houses; no music; no backpackers: no signs of life. Today, it is merely a place to take a ferry to the islands of Koh Rong and Koh Rong Samloem (go before they also fall to the bulldozers). Backpackers skip Occheuteal in favour of Otres – a beach I visited when there was only a herd of cows and a single coconut stand. Nobody stays on Serendipity anymore. Serendipity has gone forever.
http://johanstellerphotography.com Taking a deep breath, I bid goodbye to the place I have visited a million times over in my imagination, to the place that I have idealised for so long. With it, I said goodbye to my relationship, vowing to see it as the broken thing it had become and not what I idealised in my mind. Then I turned my back and walked away, knowing that there is no return to either of them. I had seen that once the bulldozers move in, there is no way back.
source site I have not yet recovered from my breakup; this was only the first significant step. It was a painful personal journey, but a necessary one to teach me that my happy place is not in my past. It needs to be in my present, and in my future, and only I can construct that.
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