To: Me and You

To the me that will wake up tomorrow, and for the me that will exist in ten years:

I hope you remember that there is no right or wrong in this world.  The world isn’t a printed book with black and white typography.  As you face each and every single problem, you’re probably going to see that you will know what’s right one day, and lose the understanding the next.  And just like that, you’re standing in a large land mass with people all around you with no idea of who is doing the right thing, and who is doing the wrong.

Remember that sometimes, the absurd things that your mom says, you will eventually find to be true.  And then you’ll sit there and wonder: “Why hadn’t I listened to her when she told me to?”

Remember that there will be times when someone will call you a liar/thief/savage, even when you know that you did nothing wrong.

Remember that sometimes you will get what you want, but not what you need.

Remember never to underestimate the abilities of a tamed wolf.

Remember that the person you love isn’t obligated to love you back.  And along the same note, remember that not every person you will meet will love you.

Remember that losing is alright.

Remember that what you spend your entire life building, may be blown away overnight.

Remember to never open your heart to someone who cannot forgive your shameful past.

Remember to learn from the mistakes that you dislike so much, you wish to forget.

Remember to love unconditionally.  Even the unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered ones.

Remember to put a smile on your face when you know that you are being lied to.

Remember to be happy for the person that you love, even if they are not sharing their love with you.

Remember what your physics teacher taught you about entropy and the world in physics class: the world is on a downward spiral toward gradual disorder that can never be reversed around to arrangement again.

Remember to seek simplicity without sacrificing completeness.

Remember that tides will turn.

Remember that the person who loves you today, may not love you tomorrow.

Remember that the good you do today, may be forgotten tomorrow.

Remember to set aside time for your family and friends.  When you lose them, you will have nothing.

Remember to wake up every morning for yourself, and no one else.

Remember that time does not heal.  Time heals only the problems that time brought upon itself.

Remember that each meal you have with someone is precious.

Remember that you’re not the only one in the universe.  You’re not the only one crying yourself to sleep.  You’re not the only one that lost your best friend in a battle.  You’re not the only one.  Someone on the other side of the world is facing the same thing and is handling it better.  You’re not alone.

But even after all this, what you need to remember the most is that the precious memories that roll in your little brain’s projector onto your tears that roll down your face, shall always stay as memories, and never as expectations for the future and the people in them.

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SF Pt II

Here is the long overdue post for the last set of photographs taken from when I was in the Bay Area:

San Francisco wasn’t generous enough to offer me some sunny rays, so my day pretty much consisted of climbing gloomy hills up to Coit Tower, and acting absolutely happy and insane simultaneously.

The view of San Francisco from Coit Tower.

Notice Alcatraz Island.

Marking my Asian attributes on Lombard Street.

So, I already admitted to the fact that the weather in San Francisco was dull.  But here is the truth of the matter: spring is the time to be in the Bay Area.  Each flower blooms, and each tree blossoms with the welcoming of the season.

Bread Pudding and Asparagus and Shiitake Mushroom Croque Monsieur from Tartine Bakery.

SF, I’ll be back soon enough.

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Like a Human

I want to go back to when I had this great image of you. I just want to go back to when you were here. I just want to go back to when I knew you were safe and breathing.

I regret ever saying that time heals. Because time didn’t heal. The saying in itself is an illusion. A paradox, even. Cause time heals. But time heals only the problems that time brought upon itself. Time’s efforts only go toward recuperating the problems that it brought upon itself, like the life of a human.
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