Giving without understanding brings burden and shapes ideology.
In retrospect, this year is the turning point for me.
The first year as a wife is ENJOYABLE while the fifth year as a teacher is full of TORTURE.
Luckily, I find us more connected by trying new things.
Unfortunately, the surroundings of obedience trapped me.
Why do I start to feel overwhelmed with melancholy this semester?
I did sense something wrong in the past four years, but I had faith in making a change here.
My faith has collapsed gradually after a series of RIDICULOUS events since last May.
The big organizational monster roars, a flock of sheep shivering in silence.
Profits and sides overshadow justice and belief of education.
Can't even breathe the fresh and clean air here.
Thank God It's You/Yu, leading me out of several breakdowns.
I enjoy our cooking and dinner time together, a stream of thoughts, sarcasm, prospect popping out, and I let out a sigh of relief.
For our future kid(s),
we would like to understand first instead of conditional give.
It's a blessing to have understanding from the beloved you.
