4 năm trôi qua kể từ khi tôi về lại Việt Nam và chính thức bước vào đời, và điều mà tôi học được nhiều nhất, 1 từ rất già và cam chịu – chấp nhận.
Being happy can make you let your hair down. Being happy can make you weak. I was so deep in joy and comfort that I forgot, for a moment, the hard lonely time.
So when you find yourself locked onto an unpleasant train of thought, heading for the places in your past where the screaming is unbearable, remember there’s always madness. Madness is the emergency exit.
The regrets, the deepest wish to go back to a care-free, worry-free time with the melody of Never Grow Up by Taylor Swift.
I sat by the window sipping hot chocolate from the cup in my cold bony hands and looked through the photos I took, the pieces of my emotion mosaic gradually revealed: coldness, solitude, and melancholy on the edges, grayness and suppression on the background. Standing out in the center on that background were determination to overcome adversity and burst out into life, hope in the future full of colors and liveliness and desire to reach up higher and higher, like the maple tree.
Promise me, you’ll wait for me…
If you wanna cry, cry on my shoulder
Inspired by a morning waking up to the amazing piano playing La vie en rose.
I want so much I begin to wonder if maybe I am a little rotten and semi-spoiled after all
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