come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
Wind breezes through hairs of grass
Softly and unhurriedly it caresses
Feeble body of grass so fragile
Feelings overwhelm now while
It lasts.
Stones, storms, or whatnot is yet to
Come visit, biding their time to
Strike. Singing their songs of life.
Should you fear them so much,
Fear not.
We will work this out
4.6.2019
Live for this one step.
This simple progress, one of many
Repetitive task that will go on and
On. But focus all your senses,
Now.
Pour everything into this step.
From the beginning of kinetic
To the consecrated finishing line.
Make the miracle happen.
Once done, forget about it.
Focus now all your senses to a new
Step. Pour your everything again.
This, is your dance.
4.5.2019
When the gentle breeze in the dusk
Calls me to the path I’d taken long ago,
I’ll go. Pack my suites and a wristwatch
Notebook and a pen in my hand.
I’d trudge through the dark night
Content in companions of stars and a moon
I’d silently walk the road alone again
Bracing for the unknown.
When the sun starts to rise, I’d thank
For being alive, of having seem the light
And keep relaxed but steady gaze forward
When the sun is up high and blazing
Peacefully, as if nothing cold happened
I’d throw a quick glance at back when
the sun starts to set over the horizon of
The ocean beach or clouds over mountains
Smile a smile just to smile.
4.4.2019
I need a vacation.
Bitterness in the face of an old glory told
over and over again, renewed
promises of beginnings
I just need to go. Exploding out of this confined space, flaming
every idea with new places. But
an oath had been made under an
Oak tree, far, far long ago.
It’s the reason I must shut
open my eyes in this blizzard of
sharp truths, sameness, and thirst
in spite of
betrayals, disappointments, and accusations.
Remember me not. For I am but one of many struggling souls.
Remember me. For I will arise from this ash.
4.3.2019
Dark grey waves are crashing,
No exit nor a lighthouse seen nearby
Floating on body of water, nothing’s
Permanent. Drifting on a planet.
But anchor is down there in abyss
Under pressure, alone in darkness
A time capsule of resolution made in past
Solemnly tugging the boat above.
4.2.2019
There is a laughing clown dancing on a tightrope
There is a solemn knight walking on tightrope
There is a mournful beggar crying on a tightrope
There is a flaming lion roaring on a tightrope.
We are all on a tightrope.
Tightrope is endless.
We will fall from this rope some day.
Will you make a jump of faith?
3.31.2019
Just as time floats in a siesta,
Your life may pass by
Like a bubble gum gulped
Without chewing it once.
Chew it.
Grind it, throw it around, and stretch
As far as you dare to. You’ve got
One chance.
When the juice is out
And your jaw’s hurting much
Balloon a bubble so wide
You might even have seen it
In your dreams.
And then chew it again.
3.25.2019
Trapped.
What would an animal in a cage feel like? You see world outside, yet you can’t go there. The world is not an illusion. It’s real. And it prevents you to go out and explore.
That’s how I felt living in Boston.
Once, it had been a wonderful place. I was in a relationship, I was slowly building experience towards high education, and slowly, yet steadily earning money.
Then, I crashed my entrance exam, broke up with girlfriend, and lost my job. Now, I did not know where I was headed with my pre-health degree.
I’ve worked in cafe as a barista for a year, receiving minimum wage. I spent months wrestling with exam prep questions day and night while others went on hiking, partying, and sharing joyous moments together. It felt like a burning hell, but I wasn’t going to stop. I kept on walking.
Then, I got fired from a health clinic, where I’ve poured in all of my energy to support its mission to help those who are both poor and sick. Everything seemed meaningless. I’ve worked so hard to become a physician to help those in need of help, yet I questioned whether the effort was worth the cause.
Then, I happened to talk to one of my good friends.
Straight away, he told me to go to Iceland.
I’ve been always wanting to go to Iceland. Just because it is Iceland. Also, I’ve watched The Secret Life of Walter Mitty before (if you have watched it, you’ll see what I mean). A post-doc researcher from a lab I worked in recommended to me strongly “when you have money, you don’t have time to travel. When you time, you don’t have money. Just go, it’s a great place”.
I’ve long forgotten about it, but thanks to my friend, I decided to go.
That night, I purchased ticket to go to Iceland two days later.
That’s how I went to Iceland, my first oversea trip on my own.
I illustrate my experience in Iceland day by day.
I can tell you this for now:
it’s been truly magical.
KRK 2.3.2018
Ralph with Coffee 
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