Washington Ho

The other day when I checked my memo, I saw I have not drawn any lines there since last August.

What happened?

Did I become another person?

Yes, to be honest, life is not what I wish, isn't it?

Still I have faith on something but not utopian socialism.

I am gradually tired of empty promises and long time plans.

Sometimes I wish I could do something again, meet someone at right place and right time.

I just can't hold too much hardship and hardship.

Now I think of people whom I once judged or admired, they do have some kinds of lives home and abroad.

Seen from their side, it was my problem.

I blame everything even the cars and buses on my way home.

I attend wedding of my friends with no happiness.

I miss the funeral of family relative.

I dream of days on the Great Wall and at Plymouth port.

It seems nothing can console me over one year.

I come to realize that I didn't fight my hardship.

I fight myself.

I always wish someone will send me gifts from Titanic or even the small broken pieces of the sunk ship.

How hard it could be?

How far away it is!

Anyway, let it be.

People said that more haste, less speed.

Gone is the foolish hurry thoughts, the normal life will be normal and the beautiful heart will be beautiful.

Whatever happens, whoever knocks the door, just destiny.