I feel like I’m still 20. Although I just passed the 22 miserable birthday just, few day ago. I mean not physically but mentally that doesn’t change much. I’m a mental adolescence. I cried like a teenager and loved stupid things other people remains skeptical like Books, Architectures, Indie Music.
We are human being. We share 98 percent of the same genes, feel the same emotions and hurt over the same things. I believe we have to use the differences we have to enrich each other. Not to let it get between us. Only two percent that makes us different.
Sometime we judge people. Sometime we’re just admiring them.
We blame those folks on the road that make the traffic but we always forgot that we are part of the traffic. So don’t blame society because we are society. We are ones among thousands on the road. We share the same feeling; we’re all paid the price we deserved obviously in that society in the sort of those circumstances.
Otherwise, take this guy in the movie “Into the Wild” for example.
Dude, if you hate society that what you have to do. I encourage you to throw all your belonging and take only what you need to live alone in the wild. And see how long you’re gonna last.
We’re all have the story to be told. The story of college, having a psycho roommate, or the most embarrassing thing we did when we were young.
We’re all the story waiting to be told. We just don’t know when, and where, and whom who’ll be the listener.
The story like…
I have a crazy roommate who comes from Brazil and all he talked about is football and gals and gals, and I also have a Japanese student who didn’t go to the hospital when he’s got a flu because he afraid it might against policy.
Dude, one day I will be your story to tell and I wonder…. So I asked my friend who’s going to leave this town tomorrow. (And already went out on the bus by the time I wrote this.)
What are you gonna tell people about me? And I just gave a hint like “I was living a Thailand and had a neighbor who…”
We were drunk. Been party til midnight. He’s told me that I am a… but I can’t remember. (or his voice was too low or mumbles, so that I didn’t get it.) And I didn’t bother to asked again.
Goddamn it!
And I just hope this is what my friend said.
Ahh… I don’t know. Let me think.
You are nothing but nice, the nicest guy I’ve ever met. Just fucking nice!
And this is what I remember was what I’ve responded.
That’s the moment when I realize, we’re done with the things we used to do together. And it will never ever be the same anymore. Even if we wanted it to be the same or it is just me to wanted things to stay the same.
But this is just an episode of our life. When ones end you need to open for the next to come. And hope for the best. Stay where the light is. Until the end.
