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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required If you don't sleep and eat at the right time you tend to live a short life you can do what you want, but you also have to make the people around you happy. With smoke billowing and cigarette after cigarette, you fool— you're hunting for diseases not only for yourself, but for everyone around you. Hey, Thet Wai, if you want to do whatever you please, then go live alone on the moon. You have no impressive education to make people admire you, no respectable income to earn people's respect, and not even the gift of speaking in a way everyone would like. Just a man stumbling over his own thoughts, tripping himself up and lying there. A degree, but no job. Too ashamed to take this job, too embarrassed to take that one. So you sit over a cup of tea until your ass goes numb, sometimes shutting yourself inside a room, feeling as though something is about to happen— as though one thing might happen, or maybe two. It's hard, Thet Wai. Hard for people like you. You treat writing poems, writing words, as though it were some great responsibility the world had handed you. As though you're helping. As though you're giving advice. As though you're pointing things out. As though you're offering comfort. As though poetry itself were some kind of medicine for wounds. Yet you're no use to your friends. You don't earn money for your family. The country doesn't recognize you. No one looks up to you. You're hardly famous at all. And yet you keep making something out of the fact that you can barely write these little poems— a man forever trying to make it seem like it amounts to something. If you don't make money, we don't want to admire you. That man— that poet they call **Thet Wai**— if you see him, tell him this: How much is one of your poems really worth?
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