thankfully.

A mom and her little boy,

sitted at the pavement of a tiny street.

With their laundry hung in front of their home,

swaying around as they enjoy the afternoon breeze,

Happily with smiles.

The boy’s older brothers and sister,

wearing a white t-shirt, a yellow jacket, and a dress.

They are running around chasing a ball,

as if imagining a big field.

It’s a serious game.

I watch through a glass window,

within fifteen steps away.

This used to be my area for a while,

where simplicity and people coexist so well.

All are equal.

When I was here I dreamt to be on the high,

and now coming back to where I rose from,

I am even more convinced:

It doesn't take much at all,

to exist here on earth as a real person.

I recount in my mind,

waking up each day,

taking it one at a time.

No crazy thoughts towards the future,

which ironically translates to a life with less fear.

Human nature it is,

at the very basic being.

When I had much less,

I appreciated all the little things.

These days nothing feels ever enough.

With that,

I uselessly exhaust and drain myself.

Forgetting that it is still within my choice,

who I decide to be.

My whole life is still fresh ahead.

I will pack up and leave this place now,

with a better understanding for today.

The state of being I aspire to live in;

with a better comprehension of this blueprint.

I have not changed at all.

I may have left this place,

but my whole me had remained here.
Thankfully.

united as minority.

I wonder if the day soon comes will be the day when us, a certain couple of minority groups will move as badges of flocks seeking asylum in all different nations, desperately. 

This will always be our first home. We might not be strong or influential enough to defend a hero today. We might very well soon be driven out of this land. But let us not crumble. Let us grow wise and brave. Not to fight back, but to love. To extend peace in the midst of chaotic rebukes thrown at us. This is the only way.

If we will have to go, we shall go gracefully in style; not because we're afraid or are just a bunch of cowards. But life is larger than this. Who knows, this might just be the beginning of something. Instead of being condemned, this is the pull before being propelled. 

Perhaps too, and this is in my wildest imagination: we will encounter a vast green pasture full of renewed hope, refreshed joy, and ever elevated energy to build together our new home that knows no inequality nor division. We play and run around again like children, we stare again at the sky because we can actually see the stars, we stand again ever stronger in the world led by a hero once interrupted. Impossible means nothing at all.

If we fall, we will again rise, just ever higher. If we're thrown into darkness, we will again shine, just ever brighter. So that all will know it is pointless to fight us. We don't scatter, we unite. 

I belong to both of the certain couple minority groups. Yet for now, let us forgive them for they know not what they do.

(Written on the event of Ahok on May 9th, 2017: Read here.)