Journey of the mind

Dear Quynh, Happy Birthday to you! Happy 38 years old! I believe that today, you are truly happy - celebrating in warmth, surrounded by family and love. I am writing to you from your 29-year-old self, a version of you who is still figuring things out but deeply believes in the future you are creating. I believe you have found your true partner - the person with whom you want to write your love story, all the way till the end. He is not just your husband. He is your best friend, your safe place, and your biggest cheerleader. He truly understands you, supports you, and walks beside you in every step of life. W ith him by your side, y ou are the strongest, and most complete version of me. You have overcome the uncertainty of both career and love. Now, you stand firm, building the career I once doubted, choosing a husband who is your first and only choice, even when fear made I waver, creating a home filled with love, and raising beautiful little angels who bring joy to your life...

PS. Actually, my dream home is based on a sample. The picture is done in charcoal.                                                                                                                                                              Hanoi, April 19, 2025

I'm heading toward where I want to go, but still haven't met the person I want to meet. In the poem, I once blamed you were not here when I struggled,  nor when I was lost in doubt.  But the truth is I wasn’t ready  to be found th en. Now, I am on my way to finding you, t he kind of love I could only reach  once I finally answered what love truly means to me.  You deserve a better me. We will meet when I have built a solid foundation. I may not be perfect, but together we can grow.  As long as we choose each other, I believe our journey will unfold into a beautiful love story, one uniquely written for us. Trust me, I am a dreamer and I am a writer. PS.  I wonder what I'll feel when I look back on this time. Will it feel dreamy, unreal, or deeply heartfelt? Will I remember the uncertainty or the quiet sense of freedom I had while discovering who I truly want to share my life with? Maybe I will find someone who perfectly fits into my story. Maybe ev...

#74. Saying goodbye is always sad Do you remember my colleague, the one I mentioned in the long story about finding a restaurant to eat after work? She is about to study abroad, really really far from here. I am  genuinely  happy for her, feel motivated for myself, but along with feeling a little emotional. Because saying goodbye is always sad! #75. Why saying goodbye is hard? Hanoi, April 9th, 2025