Now I
am living through the days thinking of my own regrets, so I must . . .
The Thought
Self pity
may mean weak in its absolute, but . . .
One of the reasons
that there are plenty of economic opportunities in the United States of America is because of the integration of the global mixed culturality of living.
If no one
believes me, believes in me, there's still one believes me, believes in me, I believe me, I believe in me.
I move on
every day, no matter where I am, where I go.
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.
Not think about
the problems I have, think about 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?