Lost and found, that's what human is after all. Sometime we got lost, sometime we found ourselves not really in a hopeless place. Sometime we need to get lost first in order to find ourselves. Being lost means to empty our glass and to be all set to relearn. Being found means a commitment to be awaken, to be aware of our progress. Lost and found is a yin and a yang. Not about right or wrong, black and white, angel and evil, but about harmony, a perfect blend of life, that to make one complete, our Mother Earth needs sun for morning and day. Then, she will need moon for evening and night.
If a man worried about something, that's natural and pretty ok. If a man panicked and he turned up their voice a bit, then they really need to talk to us (their woman) and set our listening ears. "Dear Daddy K, to be an ambitious man to make the dreams come true will cost you an arm and a leg. There is no time to die, to freeze and to sink into the deep ocean. If it's yours, it will be yours. If it's not yours, then pray harder as a spoiled boy seeking help to his parents until it becomes their concern and they decide to support you." Apart from being human after all, we must do our best. Daddy K told me, now he knows how it feels like to be a little boy in grade 4, and he will start to overthink and overanalyze tons of objects plus the pov over it. I also said, "I wish I could hug you since panicking is actually contagious." I just want to transfer back his reaction over the sudden news. But distant humbles us. That's absolutely ok since we at the ...