The Thought

If no one

believes me, believes in me, there's still one believes me, believes in me, I believe me, I believe in me.

On the day of birthday,

tend not to remember the years of age, wonder it is the Alzheimer's call; tend not to realize the length of age, reminded by a friend's call; tend not to forget the happiness of age, because I have the family's call.

隨想行心

隨想任意無制限,祇要意想能助解。 隨行任處無束綁,祇是目標清識向。 隨心任由無偏見,祇為出心至善和。

This is

how my history goes, this is how my memory goes, this is what I have.

Why do I always

question the genuineness in my work and my thoughts, pity myself for being me, blame others for my mishaps and failures, excuse myself for I could have been successful if that one hadn't treated me this way or that incident hadn't happened to me, be annoyed that I haven't been treated as a kind and passionate person, believe that I couldn't earn respect from others? Why am I angry with my mom and sister?

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