“The path is long, it’s cold and wet
Desire paths will lead you quicker here than the rest, and you can hope
for a life that is calm
But come in time
You’re gonna pick up one
that feels a little hard
The wind lays heavy, It weighs in stone, my instinct tells me I should walk this path alone
And you can hope for a life that is calm
But come in time, you’re gonna pick up one that feels a little hard”
I’ve been back after a 12 days vacation in my hometown – Hanoi, Vietnam. It can be considered as one of the most beautiful days of my life.
I have a, umm, bad characteristic that makes me want to quit and run away whenever I feel not okay, even to the point I could book an one-way ticket to go back to my country immediately, leave all the good education, the fanciness, the desired job and high salary here to be a normal person with a small job like everybody else and a decent income (which I did once last year, after just a month going to a business trip alone) just to stay near the people I love and care so much about, plus, my little puppy is in bad shape. I do have ambition, but in the meantime I need more than just “ambition”.
Right now, something tells me that there’re things I must do, and I have to be patient.
I am aware that I’m a lucky person. However, because I’m greedy, good things must become better things, and I want to have it all until I’m satisfied, though I know it will never happen.
I miss them so much. I miss my everything.