Life, daily life seem so such boring.
Traffic light, car to car, seem such annoying.
I disagree.
We living our life to share, care, and dare for each other.
We’re all connected.
We’re bonded.
We’re all made of stars.
Yes, we are.
It’s the same story of mine.
Aunty need her 20 years ago broken leg bone, we had 9am appointment so leaving home since 7am is the best choice. Traffic terrifically bad so via cab and skytrain. It took hour to arrive Victory monument. On the way walk to hospital – I’ve found one, ignorable but I won’t, thing. It’s old, about 80s, lady kept trying out of a bus. No second to hesitated – I gave her hands, holding her out of a bus, perfectly place she standing safe before leaving.
And I feel good.
Arrived and waiting wait. Time goes by but my battery run faster than time. 11am my broken-back-iPhone stop working. However, we’ve got doctor and running for documents requisition, registration a second after.
1pm, we’ve been to 16th floor with the best ever Bangkok skyline view room. It’s worth a half-day waiting. Staff are all energetic, polite, and kind. We’re all good it’s very good time. The rest of day just fly so fast like bed rest.
6pm I’ve got diner with Madam Wallace. We had our good time but ward schedule to close 8pm so I have to rush back, shower, and play dead.
Before sleep, I do it twice thinking about what’s life it should be.
We can enjoy life.
We can living it happily.
We can turn our heart into water and moisten it to another’s.
We can.
