Dema's Note Book

Taktshang & What Has Changed?

I am sure many made it to this iconic place several times. But I just made it twice. Doesn't mean it was overwhelming but I couldn't make it. Just this year after 2023.

Everytime I hike to the same place twice, I always make sure what I saw last time remains there good and great or it has improved. Not that I am someone to audit everything.

Taktshang, being one of the mostly visited places in Bhutan, I belive we invest on it more than what we see.

Not really inviting someone to say something stupid or sue me and my suggestion but it is needed.

Don't you think Taktshang base needs a nice parking area for our tourist vehicles? Nicely maintained, well designed and has good space to rest for our tourist?

And not to forget! Don't you think someone should invest on developing a system that will help ease work of supervisors while collecting entry fee and recording names of visitors in the gate instead of using dispatch book and learning how to spell Ghishing? This is too much of hassel, for you and all of us! No embezzlement. No spelling test. Just upload, make pre-payment. Hassel free. Just take example of CPMS that we all do. That is so easy! Why not?

Don't you think Taktshang base require well furnished, nicely maintained washrooms, not for us but for tourist, at least? The water tap was moving 360 degree while trying to check water. Don't go and question the caretaker there. You can't do that! It's because we have invested so less and expecting so much.

If it is too difficult for you to maintain toilets, just have a separate toilets for tourist. They deserve 100 dollars of service and respect, not water tap that turns out to be 360 degrees & toilet paper that remains hanging on the enetry door like they are waiting for an emergency help.

WE CAN DO IT! 🥺🙏

—There will always be a quiet regret tucked somewhere deep within me for choosing certain people—pouring patience into them, offering kindness they never earned, and breaking myself down into explanations so they could understand my every move. What I didn’t realize then was that my openness only gave them blueprints—enough to imitate my lifestyle, borrow my confidence, and rehearse versions of my life they were never meant to live.

I never chose anyone first. I chose people only after I saw what looked like loyalty, love, and support. Yet time has a cruel way of exposing intentions. Today, everyone who once chose me tells a different story, carefully edited to suit their comfort, while I chose silence and celebrated them from a distance they never noticed.

I do not regret forgiving them. Forgiveness was never weakness—it was proof that I refused to become smaller, colder, or more foolish than those who tried to outgrow me using my own shadow. I remained kinder, and that alone unsettles people who survive on comparison and quiet envy.
I asked God not to make me bitter, not to turn my hurt into cruelty. I asked only to outgrow the spaces where I was tolerated but never protected. And slowly, I learned the truth—they were never good to me, only comfortable with me until I stopped being useful.

I will return with more clarity, more restraint, and far less energy wasted on overthinking and emotional freezing. I will come back whole, not loud—because I never needed to destroy them the way they tried to dismantle me. Their greatest discomfort will be watching me thrive without explaining myself, without seeking approval, and without carrying the weight of their absence.
I didn’t lose people. I lost illusions. And that cost was worth every scar.

Another year to work smart and smile politely. ✌️😋

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