To be thankful to those who shares this moment with me.
To remember and appreciate those who shared the moment with me.
To be hopeful for those who will share the journey with me.
It’s a journey of gifts.
1.18.2026
come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
When you leave a crowded party
into the embrace of solitude,
make sure you remember the warmth.
Make sure you remember why you stepped forward,
instead of lounging in the sofa.
It’s not the wilderness or the thrill.
There is a meaning, an invisible creation of mind.
Please take care as you go forward.
1.17.2026
As the engine roars,
thrusting the world forward,
fast enough to not make the pain last too long,
you feel hot tears rolling down your cheeks.
Once again, into the unknown.
To the world outside of the comfort zone
and into the world of challenges, lessons, and growth.
Remember the purpose of this move.
And the plane floated into the air
as if it’s the world of its own
and to roar down to the earth again
let those find their way forward.
1.15.2026
It’s the last dance that I remember the most.
When notebooks, clothes, and glasses change,
what I remember are the feeling, the thoughts, and the sceneries.
Like a candlelight in darkness, my memory is ingrained.
A breath becomes a word, a feeling, and a promise.
A knowing look pierces the core of unspoken thought.
A gesture unlocks the familiarity of countless moments.
Ephemeral, our moment is.
And we hold it without a regret,
brimming with hope, reverence, and gratitude.
1.10.2026
I remember the crisp air, clear sunlight
elegantly, silently laying down on a balcony
of a wooden library deck through tree branches
as I sat still in a chair, staring up to the sky.
A sense of invigorating purpose
beaming within me resonated with the scene.
It is my wish that I will remember it all
as I march into a new chapter.
1.6.2026
As if to awake myself
just before falling into deep sleep,
I reached my hand out to grasp
the passing memories of the past.
The trees that reach out its branch like outstretched hands
still remained vividly in my memory
as I stared down at the old tree trunk
its rings stopped like a clock hands.
I pulled my gaze up
and started to walk towards the unknown horizon
knowing this moment of peace may not last
and it’s the fight against the time to reach the goal before it all ends.
1.3.2026
Amid fleeting sheets of emotions,
a reckoning has arrived.
You have a choice
in this ephemeral moment.
As the phases of life comes in waves,
choose when to bite the bullet.
Perhaps we’ll ride to the glorious sunset.
Maybe we’ll submerge into dark ocean.
All is right when you make the decision.
12.27.2025
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