Dalat, June 1st, 2013
Dear my best friend,
I’ve returned to Dalat after six years of living in Saigon.
There are the fresh air
and the vast open space surrounding me here.
The sun begins to rise,
and a cold breeze blows on my face.
I take a deep breath.
Try to remind myself that everything will be okay.
I don’t know why but I begin to miss Saigon
and all the people who live there so bad.
But I still hate myself for all of my faults there.
Everyone seems perfect, but me.
That always makes me feel ashamed of my mistakes.
And make me want to hide them from others at any cost.
You once told me:
“It seems that you’re so strict about yourself.
Relax,
you don’t have to be perfect.
You’re human, not a god.
It’s okay if you made mistakes.
What you’ve learned from them,
that’s all that matters.”
I don’t know if that could help.
But maybe, I should try.
Try to stop hurting myself
by forgiving all of the mistakes I’ve made.
At least a little bit.
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