Dear Kieu,
As I sit in the quietude of my solitude, the rhythmic tapping of my fingers against the keyboard serves as a metronome to my thoughts, each keystroke a resonance of the myriad reflections that course through my mind.
Work, my ever-present companion, has often been the sanctuary I retreat to when the tides of life grow turbulent. It’s in these moments of deep engagement with my tasks that I find a semblance of order amidst the chaos that occasionally envelops my world. Yet, in this sanctuary of labor, I am confronted with a perplexing realization.
It seems the more I immerse myself in my work, the more apparent it becomes that the people around me are cloaked in facades. Facades that are intricately woven with deceit and pretense. This revelation, though jarring, has led me down a path of introspection. I find myself questioning the very nature of my being – am I a magnet for such deception, an unwitting attractor of falsehood?
Or perhaps, Kieu, this is merely a revelation of the true nature of human beings. A nature that is as complex as it is confounding. Have I, in my focused pursuit of my goals and in my habitual retreat to work, inadvertently peeled back a layer of reality that has always been there, yet remained unseen to my preoccupied eyes?
In this newfound awareness, there is a sense of isolation that creeps in, a sense that perhaps in seeking truth, one must also be prepared to face the solitude that comes with it. It’s a daunting realization, one that weighs heavily on my heart.
Yet, in writing to you, I find a certain solace. You, who have always been a bastion of sincerity in my recollections, serve as a reminder that authenticity does exist, even if it feels like a rarity in the current fabric of my life.
In these moments of contemplation, I am reminded of our times in the rice paddy, of the Mekong Delta – times when simplicity and truth seemed to be the bedrock of our existence. How I long for that clarity and honesty in the relationships that surround me now.
Perhaps, in sharing these thoughts with you, I am reaching out for a connection that remains untainted by the complexities of my current reality. A connection that, even in its silence, speaks volumes of the purity that once was.
With reflective regards,
Tuan
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