Dear Journal,
It's been a while since I've written. Many thoughts of a particular train of thought have been running through my mind for a while. Ma, Baba and Buro get very angry and irritated with me. This is also reflected in R, my boss.
I wonder is there something I'm projecting. May be I need to be more confident.
Regards,
Doel
As I sit here vacant and drowsy my mind wanders, blazing trails.
Where is hope? What do I hope for as I seek the sun in my life?
May I make a drum with reeds? Or should I blow the conches of my mind?
Blazing trails my mind goes ever forward, ever towards the source of light,
Blazing trails my mind wails with the Summer Breeze
Not one to slight and tease, my many doubts, my many misgivings
As I blaze trails in the Sun, leading Victory is here.
I know not whether you exist
But you must for I have borne your wrath
Faceless, mirrored in my doubts and the quagmire
Of my sufferings and in the joys of when I give
As you teach me that joy can only be experienced by giving.
Dear Journal,
How do I ever explain to any of my friends that I have not meant to hurt them? How do I ever tell them that I am ashamed at my mind's untruths and wanderings?
I don't know what the status of my job is but it's good to be financially secure. It's good to be able to give my father 10k every month.
My parents are my loves, my life, my reason to smile.
Ma is s beautiful. Pa is so handsome.
Love
Doel
