Dear Ma

I regret being born the way I was.

I can almost imagine myself as a baby just out of your womb, howling and screaming like the whole wide world owes me something.

It's so sick that I came crying madly, even though I don't remember.

I regret having been a bad baby, kicking around when still inside you.

I have no one to blame, I got myself into the prison of the womb.

I got myself born into the prison of the world of suffering.

No one owes me anything.

I am indebted to this world.

Forgive me, Ma, for the shameless crying.

I was not used to this world, even though I came into it the same way countless times. I was never used to being reborn.

I came into this world not to trouble anybody; I came to save myself from its troubles.

I will be brave, Ma.

And one day, I will return - without tears.