Maybe it will like this from today on: too many things to do, but too little time to do them all.
I have to use the minimum time and maximum efficiency, to finish whatever I can.
I can picture the days I can't talk to you for a single moment, and even thought they're dreadful, there's no other choice. You know I can't stay in one place for too long, because if so, I'm not doing any good to anybody. Will I make you feel sad then? If I do, I'm sorry, for I can't even find a reason to excuse myself. These are the hard times, and as Lord puts us under the test, I can only pray that our faiths in Him and in each other will be more solid, rather than just ebb away. I hope this time can be over in a blink of eye, just like how I will fly to you in the end. In the time between, please don't forget the wish I made in front of you. I'll ask nothing more than that.
I'm walking on the path my Father has instructed me, and I look forward to the inn where you make me feel home. The sun has just risen, and when it shines right above us, I will be able to fulfill the words once I said to you. May Lord protect us both in this journey. Amen.