Most interesting thing that happened yesterday: holding my colleagues three month old baby and realizing the last time I held a baby was when I was 10, holding my little brother. And then realizing, they’re so powerless and you really can’t payback everything your parents did for you, yet you didn’t ask to be born. They wanted a kid for their sake. And more contradicting thoughts.
Or maybe it was eating dinner with my friend’s family. I asked the question, which country/city would you absolutely not want to move to if God told you to go? My answer was Columbus, Ohio. Isn’t that telling? Of all places, I would not want to be back home, with my parents. With my little brother. With the people that I would die for without hesitation yet can’t sit at the same dinner table with. Something is fundamentally broken inside of me. I came to Hong Kong to look for that.