The way I am

Called Northern Ireland yesterday; over there must be wee hours at the time the phone rang. For years, we have been sending each other present, simple but weighty. At the age of 23, can we still claim we are young? Not really. Are we sophisticated to knock over the world’s door? We may be a bit too thin. However, our hearts are always pure for each other, at the time in needs, at the time when storms come.

Last night I confronted with a matter that bought up something deep inside my mind without I even noticed it before. At quite a few occasions, when I have conversations with Z, my inmost feeling always tries to defend a stand that goes against something he is talking about. I don’t know what it is until last night - that is my inner moral stand. The principle that shapes my philosophy, the guideline I have been following since I was a kid. You can say I am stupid to follow such an unset rule and make life difficult. In many people’s mind, there is no harm to do some round-the-corner petty actions, which they can get “something”. Sorry, you are talking to the wrong person. I am not a stoic but I have a parameter on the least ground. I prefer to walk a straight unmasked way, even though it may mean I will never get to my destination.