Is there any welcome warmer than being greeted personally at the door? None. A single moment, yet an eternity. Immediately, you became my true emotional anchors on this little island.

The time merely ticks on, leaving no trace. It moves swiftly, pausing for naught, much like every cloud drifting over Ponta do Sol, arriving softly, departing in silence.

As I have said, when beautiful moments are no longer just digital files to be scrolled through, the memories lingering in the mind become truly priceless. I will remember the taste of the pancakes from LOFT, the hues of every sunset we witnessed together, the serenity of the cave we hiked through, and our explorations of higher knowledge. I trust that none of these was mere coincidence.

I have truly looked through your eyes and seen the vast heavens and the boundless Milky Way. I have journeyed into the past and seen the light in the eyes of the young Peter. I believe that light has never dimmed, and I hold the conviction that it never will.

Peter, you shall fly like a bird toward your mountain, seeking your purpose within the nomadism, even if the journey itself seems "purposeless" at times. Thought the sky is vast, and finding a place to roost is no simple feat, I know you will surely deliver the universe’s obscure yet vital messages to the world, allowing others to connect. You are simply kind, authentic, vulnerable, and compassionate. I deeply feel your tenderness, so I have no doubt of the energy you bring to others. Though you have walked through the rain yourself, you are all the more willing to hold an umbrella for someone else.

Trust that there is no absolute right or wrong in the decisions you make, only that one path may lead to a relatively better outcome. As your spirituality evolves, you will naturally attract more opportunities, bringing an endless flow of possibilities and a visceral sense of being alive. Treat every person irrespective of their origins and every event without demanding a perfect ending. Just want to tell you, your life is inherently beautiful, beautiful enough that I would pen an aria in its honor.

I cannot predict the future, yet I yearn to see the day you find and anchor yourself to your purpose. I see you, having carried the weight of past pains, emerging now to break the cocoon and become a butterfly (or perhaps ascend to divinity? I leave the choice to you). Regardless, I believe. I deeply believe.

The road ahead is long and shrouded in mist, much like the horizon where the sea meets the sky in Ponta these past few days. Yet, as people come and go, there will always be someone to walk through the "now" with you. And there will always be someone waiting in your corner like me. The best is yet to come. Take care & hope to see you somewhere else in this world. 💙

Best,
Matthew 云浩