But am I a better person?

It's been an a year since I last wrote in this blog. That, of course, means today is my birthday again. 23rd for those keeping score.

Uncertainty is an innate being, standing under an umbrella in the middle of a rainy street. Its eyes unassuming and constantly attentive. It cares for me although I've feared it before and have fled from its gaze. With age, I didn't learned about acknowledging the unknown or relishing in it. Instead, I try to be polite, ask how its day is doing, and hope to God it will let me stand under the umbrella until the storm lets up. Was it ever supposed to be so difficult, so abstract?

There's nothing profound to transcribe here.
It's a year in Vietnam.
It's my first year not as a student.
It's a year.

Let me tell you about it