North Korea is aching to bomb the US and its neighbors to prove its military might. It’s enjoying provocative missile launches taunting Japan, twin sister South Korea and the US. One retaliatory bomb that hits North Korea could trigger a missile shower from them aimed towards millions of innocent people. It would be catastrophic and the start of World War III.
Is it really difficult to live in peaceful harmony with people from all countries and races? Why? Can we not accept that we all have different looks, noses, colors, minds, likes, dislikes, style, ideologies, religions, fashion, etc. Can we please accept and respect each other’s differences?
Let’s live and let live.
I am actually thinking of moving to Iceland or somewhere farthest from North Korea. Somewhere peaceful and people are not fighting over something they don’t even know.
I told my son yesterday that a war is a possibility, may not be today or next month. But we’ll never know when. It is inevitable. I told him we will not be together because we now live thousands of miles apart but I will see him in heaven. I sound morbid. It’s really sad.
I don’t worry about this because there’s nothing that I could do to change Kim Jong-un’s mindset. I was just wrong. I thought he was friendly to the Americans because long time ago he was once pictured enjoying Disney rides in Disneyland in Anaheim. My analysis was mababaw. I thought he would have a modern, democratic, and open mindedness towards other countries, in other words, I thought he’s friendly to the world.
I wish nothing happens to alter the peace and progress of humanity.
I want to live long and healthy and happy. I wish the same for my family and to all of you.
I dream of seeing my children get married one day and have their own families. I dream of spending the rest of my life filled with happy family get-together, hosting lots of tea parties and dinners, building sweet memories.
I also wish to be a grandma. A cute one. I imagine being busy wrapping gifts for my grandchildren and decorating the fireplace with socks from Santa Lola.
I imagine myself sitting in the patio having a naughty conversation with my 85 year old husband.
“Tart, do you remember when was the last time we did it?”
E—–“Of course I do”. “Really, When?” E—–“Just last week”.
A—–“Huh, we didn’t do it last week. We haven’t done it since my 60th birthday”. E—– “Of course not. You are so forgetful. We just did it last week and every week before that”.
A—–????
E—–“Di ba every week we get a foot spa?”
That is not corny. I expect that would happen.
I dream of spending uugod-ugod days feeding my native chickens.
I dream of enjoying the cold breeze, inhaling the scent of pine, with my ulyanin 85 year old husband and just watching the days go by.
I hope this comes.
