come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
Drums are beating again, once more for the race among the fray,
Sing along and join us in staccato tab dance, a tango with parrying swords
You are already missed among our fellow contenders, allegedly auspicious days are ahead
If you find yourself beleaguered, may your indefatigable pluck arise from deluge of darkness
Harbinger of affable colleague is already here, cheers to you, dear.
7.9.2019
Though it’s painful,
We must walk the walk, like
Walking on the waves of ocean,
Walking on crackling volcano lava stones,
Walking on the thorniest cactus farm.
Perhaps the mirror that projects this pain
Perhaps reflects what’s inside all along
Singing a melancholy song of independence
Still, let me walk the walk,
For the end of journey is not now
So will anyone know the truth after all
7.8.2019
It’s a dance.
Crowded people chats over a cup of tea
Thick rimmed glasses staring at Apple laptops clicking their blinks away with coffee
Dreams, telltales, hopes, and victories flies around in the air, parrying in melody
In this friendly battlefield, a warm smile glanced over, beaming with courage,
An invitation, like a folded silk patiently waiting to be untied, flew in sweet aroma
Tickling it was, yet unnoticed.
Fizzling sunset calmed into a dusk, and then into darkness of silence and timelessness
In this darkness, we’ve met again. Passing by each other again.
Now I hope to see you again. In the eyes, and touch the fire that smelled so pleasant.
7.2.2019
White, they are, falling from the sky
Not cold, not hot, just look warm
Solid, simply stays on the street.
Tiny bit by bit it falls, just as a hand of seconds doesn’t know when to sleep.
Truth is, it is salty. Ignore it and let it sit,
It will be bone-crushing heavy.
But sweat and tear will melt it away.
Where do sweat and tear come from?
7.1.2019
Opening the eyes, sunshine shone
A universe in front of the face.
Fumbled with legs, now a pebbled
Road laid ahead, beckoning a
Journey.
Birds of wit and swiftness blissfully
Sang, winds breezed sweet scent.
Fogs of the dark tumble had passed
Albeit scars remain, warmth is welcomed
Alas, we move on.
4.16.2019
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
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
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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