In Phnom Penh, Cambodia, the 365 docobites crew take some simple wisdom, discovered in great suffering, from Omchamroeun, a survivor of the Pol Pot regime.
I have to keep the past, in the past
People always talk about “acceptance” and “letting things go” but is it really that easy?
Today’s story comes from Omchamroeun who is trying, with everything he has, to live in peace in Phnom Penh, Cambodia.
Omchamroeun shares his confronting story of struggle during Pol Pot’s Khmer Rouge Regime in the 1970’s.
The pain and heartache he still feels seep out through his words, “they killed my father, brother and sister. Now one of the soldiers still lives behind my home.”
I began to feel such rage and a sense that serious injustice had occurred here – why are these solders, who had once tortured millions of lives, now free to live with all the things they once stripped there fellow man of? Food, shelter and loved ones, equally accessible to all. I kept thinking, “This isn’t fair, why is this happening?”
But then Omchamroeu shared one of the most powerful perspectives I have heard during this journey of storytelling so far.
“If I seek revenge, it will just continue from one generation to another. I have to keep the past, in the past.”
And with these revolutionary words, I invite you to listen to his entire story and see if it influences your own journey through conflict, maybe ‘letting go’ will become a whole lot easer.
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About 365 docobites…
The 365 docobites team, Epiphany and Carl, are travelling across five continents for an entire year to introduce the 365 docobites community to a “stranger a day” via a vlog of short and shorter documentaries.
Each docobite will be as unique as the stranger it features, allowing their identity to drive the content. Whether we’re with a stranger for a moment or a day, 365 docobites will capture the essence of that time in their life, humorous or horrific, dramatic or delightful.
What do these people look like?
What do they think about?
What makes them laugh, cry, scream and shout?
What is life like for the strangers of the world?