I really, really, really, really, really
don't want to go back to America.
I like this place.
I like seeing my people; I like knowing they're close by.
I like seeing Asians walking, seeing people who know they don't know everything.
I like seeing hardworking people who loathe laziness and uphold morality.
I like seeing conversations which both throw and receive.
I like seeing true freedom, constrained for the reason that is human nature.
I like this place.
But these are all so superficial...
Compared to the significance that is His will, all these reasons are no reason at all to stay.
I have nothing to say.
Though I do identify this lie:
This place is better for me.
The place that the Lord places me is the best for me.
So while I may find happiness here, I know I won't find joy here, if I were to stay against His will.
home,
Starry
