Dear You,

Sometimes I wish the world could be an easier place to live in — if one has to stoop low to survive, everyone
else should do the same too; if one only has to depend on the parents to live in comfort, others should not
be made to do much work too. Everyone will be contented that way, you know. All of us will be happy.

And I wish people could just be more direct and to voice out their feelings straight, instead of letting others
be trapped in their own confusions guessing the states these people are in. It complicates matters in the process,
and can hurt so much in the long run.

I wish you could be more direct, even if it hurts. At least I will not feel like a miser waiting and getting played
in the end.

Let us get to the nitty-gritty of the problem we are facing right now.