January 07, 2026

As my foot prints trail behind my back, most sweet breeze slowly brushes pass me. I am aware of times that taunt me and nectar I dearly miss. This year, despite all the harsh stories, I want to live tenderly. Have a heart to forgive. Plant a seed to let go. To be patient and above all, kind. I should not do to others what I myself, can't bear from others. That is my morals. That is my empathy.  The best people I met were addict, the most worst kind were the religious. Particularly, narcissist who believe that god will forgive their sins. If they chant enough, their worst behaviour will be forgiven. Thus, I own no god in my mind. There will be no one to forgive my cruelty. Only I can save myself. But even as I write this, being raised in a semi religious household, I know that deep in my unconscious, the ingrained faith shall also burn. I know when I have no hope, I will turn to them. But for now, no one will forgive the vices I commit to others.