If I could believe in something greater than people, I’d believe in movement. The fluidity, the depth, and the speed moves around us. Or is it the air that avoids the objects in its way? We are beautifully designed to never duplicate each other’s soul so that we can always wonder what makes us whole. And what confusion would it be to meet ourselves and judge them improperly, yet not change ourselves? Are we merely the objects judging the air or are the tables reversed in this reflective curiosity of hypocrisy? So I believe in the greater. I believe in the movement we can’t feel physically. The movement that can only be felt as the whole we search & not the hole in the fabric of our souls, but the movement in between. The fluidity, the depth, and the speed that moves around us is actually moving through us.

By: Hung-Linh Hoang
Dedicated to: Mutiny Radio

Dear Christina,

It’s been some time since our lives have taken different paths and luckily we have retouched a surface of acknowledgment. I fully understand how fast life can get in our society, in the schedules, and so forth. With your recent diagnosis of Stargardt’s, your melancholy yet joyful demeanor reverberates a core resilience found in so many successful individuals today.

Amidst the many thoughts that are captured, inspired, acted, and committed upon in my daily life, the events that come alive in my heart that resonate are the ones that overcome absolute desolation. As bad as I want to fit into society, I also recognize my sense of purpose in this existence as a whole. The drive to do something great & unordinary. To reach out when reaching seems impossible & fulfilling hopeless dreams for others as a way of living vicariously.

I don’t know much of anything, but I know that each one of us have colors we secretly hide from others beyond the black and white we show. Maybe it’s the fear of speaking publicly. Maybe it’s selfishness. Maybe it’s simply laziness. But if we neglect the opportunities given to us each day, then we are merely giving ourselves a handicap; converting the very essence of our soul into human habit. We are more than this body and all its functions. The flaws we have are the strengths we so often neglect. In the good deeds we do and actions that come forth as a result of every rock bottom we hit, dictates the capacity of the happiness we receive not only here but in the hereafter as well. This is thinking alive.

Every now & then, life asks us to do a task we think is impossible, but as soon as it’s accomplished we have a choice to celebrate or seek of these impossibilities. By having large goals, we succeed by default. By having simple and ordinary ones, we restart at another rock bottom in search of a new action, just hoping that it doesn’t become the same repetitive force that drove us there.

I can only do so much within my realm of knowledge. My objective is to point you in a positive direction to help others as well. There is never enough good in this world to stop giving. Our ego is famished but if we think as if we were truly alive, our sight will return through the insight we release.

Please believe in the things we don’t yet see. I sure do and wanted you to know that it’s beautiful either way. Just like you.

Your Old Friend From Catholic School,
Ronnie

It’s widely believed in my own narrow heart that each compartment I’m given chooses it’s own trajectory through my subconscious patterns & how I react to the truth. It could never be just me and you. For my own fairy tales rage this image of my nation by creating great wealth in my imagination. The image of my nation is my imagination. My imagination is the image of my nation.

If I reach further into the compartment of your beauty my hands would lose its grasp. So I fall into the apathy of reality and this slight hindrance becomes this daydream’s formality. Then suddenly I’m awoken by your unspoken thoughts and reminded of your fingertips slithering away from the gloves I still hold today. It’s difficult to shelf these residual souvenirs at the end of each year. That old soft graze became this newborn maze, still holding precedence when illusions disappear. Time doesn’t stand still forever, but it can’t sprint any faster right now.