While in Halong Bay, our tour guide told us that some islets would resemble a bird. Another a butterfly. The others will resemble a cat, a mansion, or a bell. The islets can look like an animal, a jewelry, or a structure.
I stared at each rock that seem to have risen from the sea. The rocks doesn’t resemble anything at all.
What I see instead are the irregular cracks painfully etched on its surface. I see the random arrangement of small trees that the rocks carry with a burden. I see the eroded base where the water have hammered for years.
I can’t see any resemblance of a colorful bird, a graceful butterfly or a precious jewel.
It’s just like how we see ourselves in the mirror.
We only see the cracks in our faces, our burdened shoulders or our eroded spirits.
But for others, they are be able to see that we are beautiful.
Like a bird.
Like a butterfly.
Like a jewel.
