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I think (I actually do “think”) I need my voice.
I want to say what I believe in,
work towards what I have loved,
and embrace the challenges
in spite of many past unsuccessful attempts.
I am grateful for what I have.
And I want to build more of the love
that I received, that I shared, and that I feel even to this moment.
To do that, I want to be more honest.
I want to be more humble.
And I want to be a better storyteller, planner, and leader.
12.5.2025
If we see red lights flashing about
perhaps it’s the time we look back
and hear the stories of those inside
who have been silenced and numbed
set aside out of fear and exhaustion.
As you start to read out their stories,
they will feel heard and validated.
Perhaps then, and only then
we can move forward with clarity.
12.3.2025
Holding onto a tree branch
one day after another
One day I looked down
and saw how tall and wide it has grown.
So is the path you take.
If we take a step after another,
we will be there in no time.
12.2.2025
It will start small and grow.
Continue to believe in yourself.
Hold on to the steady peace within you,
Slowly, firmly, keep going
11.30.2025
Because I have been in that role before,
I recognized the facial expression of a person
Who excused themselves for the betterment of others.
For the greater good, we make a decision
where we put others ahead of us,
and believe that we have done the right thing
to keep the justice in this world.
I could not walk the path knowing it’s hurting others.
More than my own comfort,
I have craved for peace of mind, a sene of meaningfulness.
11.28.2025
Opening the black door,
I walked into fragments of the worlds I remembered.
As I traced my footsteps,
I noticed disconnections between each chapter.
With each fragmentation,
a part of myself was left behind,
along with the relationships I had then.
As I start to travel them back,
I feel heard. I no longer feel alone.
All those places, the weathers, the embraces, and the warmth,
they are with me in my heart.
11.26.2025
Before connecting with others,
I needed to connect with my childish self.
I know he is there,
wandering in the streets of neighborhood
that no longer exists on this earth.
I sat down on a bench
that only we could know about
and started talking to him in writings.
The mundane memories, the feelings, and the thoughts
whatever we could think of, we talked about it.
The more I talked, the more clearly I could see him.
And I recognized someone had shown me the way.
It starts from us. The change, the connections.
11.24.2025
My dear past self,
if I could meet you, I would hug you.
I would tell you this: “it’s okay,
you’ve done your best,
I am grateful for what you have done.
And for what you feel you have come short for,
I forgive you.
I hope you can forgive me too.
I wish you can be at ease.”
11.23.2025
Just because I thought they were over,
just because time has passed,
just because I moved to a new place,
the memories of the past did not disappear.
Under the guise of magmatic anger
laid grief.
It will take time to uncover it.
11.22.2025
A chance encounter spiraled into a chat
the more we exchanged words,
the more emotion smeared in the air.
So does the back of the envelope calculations.
When the match is over,
we walked our paths,
and parted our ways.
In the whirlpool of thoughts,
things that mattered remain.
What truly meant to me in the past,
and what will matter in the future as a result.
Without chasing after shiny and sweet things,
let us walk the walk
so that we can find what we were looking for.
That will be sufficient.
11.20.2025
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