Ho Chi Minh Vietnam
Heavily packed streets, filled with girls, boys, men, women, riding their bikes grinding, transporting. Making ends meat, no faking. Horns and engines sounding away, surroundings natural, buildings, shops and traffic arrange in its own personal array, the gritty landscapes populated and stretches through its own beautiful decay. People doing what they know best, keeping busy, hustling on the streets, the stress is never easy. The strong will of mind, conquering the deal of the card, life’s moving mighty hastily. To the weakened heart, carry on, defy the hard.
From a foreign view, the common sadness is in lieu. A hectic cluster of actions, looking left, looking right, as a visiting pedestrian their watching your every reaction. My eyes have merely skimmed a fraction of the cities condensed vivid historical attraction.
There’s an admirable sense of contentment, the history, the culture, it’s deep and rich in sentiment. No judgment can be made as a guest floating upon the surface, lives are lived to each its own pace.