When people are young, they looking for where to go?
When they get old, thought of where to return
raised from deep down their mind.
raised from deep down their mind.
-Nguyen Ngoc Tu-
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| Sunset, left its last and most gorgeous light (2015/02 from Vietnam to Taoyuan) |
For me, I know the answer for the second question, problem is when? When will I be ready for that? Since I always drag along excitedly where is next destination to waste my youth, to feel my breath and my heart, to widen my vision, to up side down my prejudice and to surprise the naive me. For years, I wandered, to nowhere. Pass by, look at strange things; and eat and sleep and play dump.
Always looking for yellow egg sun whenever
coming back home, and imagine I would take its picture falling down with
background of the vast tropical fields, or enormous rivers, or simpler, right at the
park next to my home. What a joke, the biggest and most beautiful
sunset, appeared daily then in Formosa, on the way I get back to Yuanze Uni.; and appears right now on 8000m height more or less, outside the window of the plane carrying me back to Formosa. Oh Formosa!
The journey started with 6 holly words repeatedly, flowing softly from my lips: All Money back ma home (no offense), the way my humpty dumpty brain learnt by heart “Om mani padme hum” . Anything related to money can be easily remembered. Six words match to one pace of breathing, bring calm and peacefulness. Praying to all God I know for a safe flight. Hilarious me! More than 10 times moving by planes around and now I start praying for a safe flight.
Fears now replaced the eagerness on flight to Formosa 4 years ago, the first one in life. Soon my eagerness about flying was erased, instead came the exciting of watching Inception in that 7 inches LCD. Second flight came one and a half year later, Tiger Air transfer to Singapore first, heading home 2 days later; too bad I can't recall what special about that, except for their advertisements selling stuffs that nobody want to buy (I guess) and a great despair of English announcements, which I later get used to flying with Air Asia and now Vietjet.
Ah, small enlightenment then is the Malaysian guy next by sharing his recently taken photos, one sporty brown guy with a lens camera is enough to make me giggle all the way home. He left splendid thousand tropical suns in my heart, by introducing places to go if visit Singapore. I then listened but hardly heard for all my energy was focus on my eyes and my lips, force the most elegant smile ever among >20 years I ever been on earth. Maybe he saw my thirst, offering a can of coke or whatever I don't remember. Who care? Don't you see the little me is busy jumping up and down and dancing Honolulu on Hawaii beach? Reflecting lights dancing on surface of twinkle water, and a long bold line staying still between two coasts.
