May 15
Last night I had a dream, i dreamt i was a little girl, and homeless. She is so scared, but she (me) spoke to me (myself), telling me how lucky I am. “She” asked me how can I not treasure my life when I have so much.
Phei made a comment when I was describing the beauty of my hometown to her, she said “you are so lucky to have grown up there.”
I feel as if I have been woken up to something. All along, I have been reminiscing and feeling nostalgic about the lost past, lost people, lost things, lost self… I feel that as i grew up, things got tougher and tougher for me. Everything feels heavy, and everything in life I have to fight so hard for, yet still do not get any.
But now i feel that I have been reminded: hey! you are a very lucky girl :)
And I think indeed I am.
