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03. 22. 21

"𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘓𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘎𝘢𝘰𝘭 𝘙𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘨𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘈 𝘴𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦. 𝘙𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘯'𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘫𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴."

"𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘢𝘣𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦."

"𝘈 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 22 𝘢𝘯𝘥 28 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 2021, 12:00,  𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺."

Around 10 PM in a month of March 22th, I was staying outdoor with my dad as we were watching the sand of stars indifferently sparkling each of others light. My body was on the land as I laid down in purpose to achieve complete angle to look on. I am tired, an 8 hours of physical combat is enough for 75% energy consumption.

"Dad, do you think there is a bright light conserved ahead for my future just like what the stars shines tonight?" I asked with my eyes still on focus above.

"No one knows even you, but there is already a bright light preserved for your future, but it can only be seen in a destined time, just like the stars, they seem to appear only after if its already the right time. Life is like a star, there are days to consider when cloudy situations obstructing our phantom of perception about how might our future can be, if it is as bright as the stars or as dark as the forest. However in your situation, as your dad, the moment your mom gave birth to you, I already knew it as the stars were twinkling to show a sign that you have a better future ahead of you and you must take care of the present, don't let the cloudy situations block your stars, because stars are what shows as our future."

My heart fluttered after hearing him saying those but it was obstructed after the thoughts bothering me.

"But this cloudy situation is different, I can't, and we can't fight against this lifetime doom dad, never." my voice almost cracked.

"How much do you want to run away from this community?" He asked and at this time looking down at me.

"As eager as you have dad," I answered.

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