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Usually, when we hear romantic stories like "A Story of a Little Star," also known as " ကြယ်ကလေးရဲ့ ပုံပြင် ," we often portray them in two extremes: one, the happy ending of a rising star uniting with its destined companion, and the other, a dramatic conclusion of growing apart. However, a common thread in both narratives is the notion that the star deserves someone better, compelling them to let go for the sake of their beloved little star's future. The reason often cited is the concept of "pure platonic love," devoid of the need for possession. How dramatic, huh? Reflecting on this, I began to realize the irrationality of that logic. As humans with a wired survival instinct in our nerves, we tend to act in our self-interest. It's never about "things we do for love"; it's about "my love, my feelings, my wants, my needs." Even if someone lets go of the star by acknowledging it deserves someone better, this very action sugge

Tsuki No Me In the soft glow of a winter's eve, Where friendship's whispers gently weave. Beneath the stars, a tale untold, A connection deep, a story to unfold. In the dance of snowflakes, secrets hide, A warmth, a longing, hearts confide. Yet in this season, let friendship gleam, A silent wish, a shared dream. Paths may twist in unforeseen ways, In the gentle haze of these holiday days. Though unspoken words may softly sway, Let friendship bloom, come what may. So here we stand, beneath the mistletoe, In the quiet of emotions that softly grow. A tale of two hearts, entwined but free, Merry Christmas, dear Tsuki, to you from me. LWINT (for those who are not familiar with the term "Tsuki No Me" - it's from an anime series called Naruto. Since that one is the dream I would not want to wake up, I shall name that one "Tsuki No Me".)

Here is the link to part 1 in case you are not familiar with my story. https://lw1nt.blogspot.com/2023/01/and-thus-we-grew-apart.html The revelation may surprise you. After acknowledging that I couldn't love anyone as deeply as I loved her, I mustered the courage to return and confess why I had left her. I had also made the grave mistake of being unfaithful, all in the hope of finding someone better. Surprisingly, she forgave this transgression, driven by love, and chose to stand by me. Although the shattered glass of our relationship could never be seamlessly mended, we did manage to reconcile after a month-long separation. I learned my lesson on not to get deluded on temporary mirages and she also learned hers not to choke me with the demands. We made an agreement to share everything, even if it led to heated arguments. It was during these moments that we both confronted a harsh truth we had ignored for years. I believed she was overly demanding, requiring daily calls and constan

Yeah, we are all familiar with that nasty feeling of being a survivor in dire chaos. Leave alone the countrywide turmoil; even being a comparatively successful one amongst your relatives could give you extra burdens and responsibilities. Since my country fell into the military regime in 2021, almost every friend of mine has been rebelling against the brutal oppressions of the junta. Some abandoned their lifelong dreams; some have lost their families; some are now missing body parts; some lost their dignities, and some were traumatized beyond repair. Plus, some are not even alive now, and worse, some are now nowhere to be found without a trace. Amidst all these chaotic conflicts and sacrifices, I am still clinging to a fairly-paid job with an excuse to provide for my family, making lame justifications of supporting the revolution regularly despite knowing that I could contribute more. One friend who threw away his successful business and joined the revolutionary force once said, 'It

All those fancy topics we used to discuss like "imposter syndrome," "mid-life crisis, blah blah" could never hit harder than an actual incident, directly slamming at our faces, no matter how small it may be. Despite reminding ourselves how everybody on earth operates with their own clock rhythm, suppressing the insecurities we acquire from comparing our achievements and failures with others, there comes a time when we want to smash our own clocks for being so incompetent. We often say, "Slow and steady wins the race." But when things become excessively steady, we start feeling the lack of enthusiasm in our daily lives. Our run-of-the-mill tasks become boring, and our daily conversations turn meaningless. What am I living for? Humanity? Society? My family? Or is it even for my very self? The moment we begin second-guessing the path we've chosen, we fall into an endless pit of despair. "Are we working to live or living to work?" I tried to pond

Despite not being a serious believer, I genuinely believe that it is our guilt that drags us down, not our sins. It would seem easy not to dwell on something and just let it go. But the hard part is that guilt is recognized by our subconscious mind, where our consciousness seldom notices its existence until we hit rock bottom in our darkest pits. "Ahh, I should have, I could have, I would have" kinds of thoughts will finally reveal themselves to give us a hot welcome in there. When I left my hometown five years ago, I told everyone, including myself, that I was chasing a dream I longed for - an advanced career leading to a stable life that could satisfy my family and my girlfriend. I believed that all my actions and choices were based on fulfilling my ambitions. Yet, I failed to realize that I was just a wanderer who was traipsing aimlessly in a lost land. I deluded myself with lame subterfuges like "I could become stable when I get there, when I get these degrees, when