The time of the year when my birthday comes by visit is
drawing near. People make wishes on their birthdays, and it’s a beautiful
thing. Though this year there is no cake, no card, no friend, can I sing myself
Happy Birthday and make some wishes too?
I wish to be around families, to be welcomed and to be
spoiled, to be actually considered as important and irreplaceable, not
alienated. I wish to be home.
I wish to be loved, cared, comforted, and respected.
I wish to be loved, cared, comforted, and respected.
Too much of wishful thinking, isn’t it? How can I be around
my friends, if they are all scattered in Vietnam, Montana, Missouri, and California
since I am freaking nomadic? Will I ever be able to get myself a “home”? And will
I ever be a good man?
Ok, that’s it for unhappy thoughts. I should never self-ask
too much: there ain’t a “someone” to answer the questions for me. Besides,
everything in this world is into place and there eternally is a plan. I am to
leave my trivial thoughts behind and move forward.
It’s ok. Everything will be just fine. And someday, I will be alone no longer : )
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