Tonight I asked Maw if Vietnamese and Filipinos are the same. She said something profound:
“We all breathe the same air.”
Then I’m still watching the chatting so I could learn something such as:
“be more grounded and fixed and not let the winds of everything else affect me as strongly”.
So it is. Whatever is inhaled is either good air or fart. Like the wind blowing, one could buffer against it or be blown away.
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