I was at the top of the hills behind my house again late evening, yesterday. It feels great being on top of the world. I could see the whole village from there. All the houses seemed tiny and so little. This must be the kind of view God sees from above. We are just tiny little humans living on this borrowed land. With one swipe of disaster, God could take our lives away, if He wishes.

Being alone on the hill made me think of my life. My short life. My very complicated life. I would be lying if I say I have achieved a lot in my life. The fact is, I have achieved nothing. It was such a failure that I don’t think I deserve to be in this borrowed land. So I think I should go. Someday. Soon. And I should put most of my clothes and stuff up for sale.

Afterward, I went down the hills and started burning twigs and hays. Despite the warnings from both mom and dad not to start a fire, I managed to start a huge bonfire. It was so hot, I felt like a witch burning on a haystack.

Fire gives me the comfort I needed. The crackling sound of burning twigs brings joy to my ears.

I’m making bonfire again today.