NMBT – _The Unique_

One day I was sitting on a wooden bench next to the central lake of Hanoi. The haze was all around and embrace the city. Polluted, crowded, sometimes gloomy sometimes bright, sometimes dark sometimes light, sometimes arrogant sometimes sooo peaceful. Yes, that’s my city! Hanoi! Meanwhile I was thinking about all people in my life. All men and all women, hmm in addition, all gays and lesbians. What a pity, I am straight! “In my life” I mean they walked by or still exist in my life, some alive, some passed away…

Men have taught me a lot. They teach me to be a man, a real man. They teach me to think like a man. They teach me to make love. They teach me to heal in strong way. They teach me the positive masculine energy which is hard to take down. And they teach me to drink alcohol just enough, not too much, not too little. The new knowledge is drinking enough to both dream and live the real life in two separate platforms. Male brain is not only huge and incredible, but also work in the multi-functional way.  The emotion sometimes can be left away their roads. That makes me admire men a lot.

Women teach me how to become woman, a Vietnamese woman. It’s so unique! We have been through a lot. Lots of wars, lots of revolutions, lots of sacrifices… My country has been built up by ashes, blood, prejudice and of course pride. We are really new to the world, not the war. Because yes, the fact that people in the world mostly remind “the Vietnam War” when we talk about Vietnam. And the sadder fact that my country declared independence in 1945, not women in my country. Until now, 2024, the 21st century, most of them are still living the life of women in the Stone Age. Because they are stones, too hard to break down, both heart and mind. Their minds are so backward, aaaaaway back too far from NOW – the present! Oh that is so “make sense”. The word “present” has another meaning “gift”. They have present, they have gift, but their minds tell them no, do not take it. Liberty, equality, women’s rights, release… They have all power in the world but they refuse it. Sooo saddd… 

I did think maybe in other live, I might live exactly like most of women or even men in my country. Keep mouth shut when you know your thoughts are not approved, keep eyes close when you definitely see something too true, keep ears deaf when you hear what you don’t want to hear. Or in another live, I can raise the flag and fight for women’s rights, at least right here, in my city, in my country. But sorry, the big NO. I am living my real life. The life I chose to live in between. The life I chose to live quietly, live in peace.

Fortunately, I travel a lot, I see the world and the other women from the other countries have taught me how to be a true woman. The woman with inside out power, the independent woman, the woman who can speak what she really thinks, see what she wants, and hear what she deserves. The woman does not to follow what people in society tell her to do.

So I will write in English, not my first language when I feel free and want to talk about open topics. Or just because I want to deliver my open mind, which sometimes is not appropriate in my society. About “appropriate”, in some terms, I even do not know what I should say, because this society decides what we should say, not me. Like s.e.x, p.o.l.i.t.i.c.s, orgasms, or orgasms in every term even in p.o.l.i.t.i.c.s. And yes, because I am writing in not-my-first-language, I am sorry if my English is not good or plentiful. But come on, if you are writing in Vietnamese, judge me! Actually it is so easy nowadays, that we can use Google Translate or even AI to read/write in other languages. Though I do not have faith in AI much, I believe in human more than AI. I know my friends all over the world can read my blog in any language they want. So you’re welcome!

And you know what, gays and lesbians, or LGBT individuals in general, they teach me even more. If everyone has own stories, the LGBT have more interesting, deeper stories. The stories that make them become themselves at the moment. Some come out, some not. But they are not living in the dark like they used to. They rise and shine. And they are the bravest ones I have ever known. I am so lucky that they told me a lot about their own stories. Or perhaps I am trustworthy enough, that they found. Then I learn a lot from them. Speak loudly, get lively. Because life is shorter than we think. Be yourself!

…I was still sitting on the bench next to the central lake. Not the broken bench last year when two p.o.l.i.t.i.c.ians sat on. It’s replaced quickly after that. In my humble opinion, the bench was not broken because of the heaviness of many people sitting on for long time. It was broken because of the load of 4000-historical-year-no-changing-haze in Hanoi. The street is still busy. Traffic sucks as usual. People keep continuing their own paths despite of the fact that they don’t even know whether they are happy or not. 

Suddenly, while my thought stream is still flowing, I realize that all people in my life just teach me one big lesson. LOVE!!! Human beings need love. We love each other, no matter what who we are, what gender we are, where we are come from… Family, friends, who we know, who we do not know and want to know. If we do not love, we do not live. If we do not love, we just exist and die very soon, and have nothing to remember. What a waste! Waste of time, waste of life, waste of everything! I know love since I was born. My parents love me unconditionally. Then I learn to love back. I love unconditionally. I love someone until I stop, then I love someone else, or I can love both, I can love many, I can love more. My love is huge, enormous, but it can fit in my small heart. Love is not only about men and women, but also about everyone and everything. Because there are some days I hate people, yeah, I hate human beings, but I still love sea, plants, flowers, animals, lots of things… Just some days, after that, I love people again. People deserve to be loved. Good ones, even bad ones. I think bad ones become bad ones because they are lack of love. Hurt people hurt people. Sometimes people hurt me, but I do not hurt back. I stop and decide to love more, to fill up the empty spaces, to heal the scars. Magically, it works so well! Even if someone says there are some kids born without love, or without parents, yes, but those kids still have love one day, and they can learn how to love when they grow up. So the obvious mission of a lifetime is love in any form. How beautiful! 

And for anyone who does not believe in love : no need to find love, love will find you!

You know when you love… 

P.S. Sleep tight, half of the world!

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