July 4, 2011
I wanted to take a peek at Facebook, so I did, and there were well over a hundred wall posts that all said pretty much the same thing : happy birthday! I honestly want to say thanks to every person that wrote me, but I don't have time. That's the only reason. But I'll thank all of you guys here.
Thank you.
It makes me detest the hell of a place I am in right now, and yearn for the day I get honorably discharged after 2 years of service in the Marines. It reminds me that I'm not such a wretched piece of soul after all, and that there actually is an end to this tunnel. It signifies hope. Hope. It's such a powerful force that moves people to endure and persevere until a change for the better arrives... Still now, I don't know why I am in this kind of situation. If I could send a letter to myself in the past, then 99% of its content would be about persuading my past self not to enlist. And you know what he would say?
Thank you.
And you know what I would tell him if he decides not to join?
Thank you. And you're such a genius for making such a wise choice in life. But hell, I don't know if I would be able to say the same thing once I'm done with the Marines. Cuz, you know, there's this pride that all Marines have... And you know what? I wish I could be with my family right now.
(If you're looking for someone to pray for tonight or tomorrow night or any other night, then please pray for me.)
