i met a teppanyaki chef today who reminded me for the most number of times that i should write about him, his name in both English & Chinese in the paper.
whilst he cooked for me, he reminded me time and again.
i didn’t feel extra disturbed, but he reminded me about the power of the pen, of writing and that i should use this power carefully.
since i held that power.
do not abuse it.
do not be careless with it.
i heard my heart go.
and just how, do i take care of this writing?
and i heard myself say: take good care of the heart.