I think once I said, no matter how busy I get, I'll still come on here once in a while.
Because this is the place I tell you about my life, and there's no lie or deceiving, only my truest thoughts.
Looking out from my window, I see a quiet little town, not filled with heavy traffic, but the smell of a cold winter. When the sun comes out, the snow reflects the light into my eyes and blinds them. When the clouds hover over, so goes the whiteness, and the ice suddenly turns a little grey, just like the color of the naked tree trunks around.
I don't enjoy going out in this weather. The wind blows over, unmercifully, like a thousand knives slashing my face. Only five minutes, my cheeks, my hand, my neck all turn red, and my body becomes ice old even under the protection of layers of jacket. Every step isn't easy, and how I wish I can just stay inside all the time.
But I can't. I came to this place, not to go on a vacation, but to take on a mission, a lesson which God has arranged for me. I believe Lord has taken me, and he is trying to make me his vessel, which is also for my own good. I told Lord my wishes, and He told me back, in order for that to happen, I needed to be a qualified person. Then I won't disappoint the people I care so much about. So no matter how hard it gets, I'm not stopping now.
I know you're far away and I can't reach out to you, and it still makes me a bit disheartened. But I can always pray to the Lord to embrace you in His love, and that consolation is enough to keep my faith alive. I leave whatever I can't do to Him, and I am certain he will fulfill my request while I'm fulfilling His. Right now, I am missing you, and I hope you're all well.
When the winter leaves, summer won't be far away. Keep smiling, because you look best when you are glad. Take good care of yourself, for that's the only thing I need you to do for me.