I’ve always wondered how easy human and their emotions change and get manipulated. I still remember those times I gathered around the campfire just to see my old self. You know what, I feel pity towards him. His understanding is minimum and that’s why he looked sad and confused. Well, I’m that different from him but I do know that I can understand his burden. Don’t you think it’s a sign of improvement?
I suppose, yeah. Do you recall something?
Well, it’s just that I was thinking about years I have gone through. I thought it was hell but it turned out to be the best. I mean, I don’t what I would’ve become if the path was different, the route was different. It would’ve turned out to be, I don’t know. I don’t know even the slightest idea.
I wouldn’t really know. But which moment are you referring?
I thought I had to be first one to rise. I aimed for far, far away but leaving anything nearby to oblivion. Well, to my friends, family, colleagues, etc. Know what I mean? Now that I see things differently, I think my eyes are starting to notice things I can give, problems I can get involved to solve, or some people whom really need my help or support. How stupid I’ve been all this time.
Okay, I think you’re beginning to experience something called sleepy. Why don’t you get inside your tent over there and let me do the watch? I still have some coffee to drink.
Yep, I surely can use some sleep if that’s okay. Good night.
Maybe, he didn’t walk the wrong path. He just walked the path wrongly. Given his background, wouldn’t it be better if he just hones his current abilities instead of pursuing different ideas?
Yes, I understand his condition and situation. I’m fully aware his interests but wouldn’t it be more suitable to him if he just stays in his current path? I mean he already has had his training and there are things he can do about it. Why chase another considered-dead dream? If I count his attempts, years have been the witness, and he somehow has become Jack of All Trades. He could do things outside his domain fairly well if given chance but the chance is slim. Too slim to see.
Why not forge a single fully tempered steel and make a fine blade with it, instead of making thousand not-well-sharpened knives from random metal out of curiosity?
Brings me back a bit. This is the song I used to tease my friend because of his interest in jazz. Well, I also like jazz a little. The lyrics, somehow, represents his romance with his classmate which the whole class knew. He would make annoyed expression if I talk about this song.
So, see you soon?
The city has begun to cool herself again. The morning is greeted with shower and noon is always accompanied with calming breeze. The night sings her song very well to walk people out from their desk to bed and rest.
A cup of tea, or coffee, would make a good companion. A smooth jazz and a person to talk to might be a good idea to relax for a moment silently. Words aren’t spoken but what’s inside is deeply connected. Such thing is rare. It would have been still cold even while grabbing the hot cup otherwise.
Afternoon is never better. It’s just beautiful. Parks are there for us citizens and sitting while having a chat before heading home is just fit right in. Some might prefer bring their cup or bottle but there are some street vendor proving snacks for a price. It would have been still cold otherwise. Your call.
In response to Lukewarm.
Choose one. If you can’t, don’t choose at all. Be clear and precise.
How would one choose anything on his behest? He knows the consequences and has already calculated the risk. Would he take it?
As far the story goes, he doesn’t. He lets anything in the middle. He keeps his options available but not for long time. He scraps them one scratch at a time until one day he realizes that his options are long gone as well as his plans.
And, what exactly does he think he is?
A statue, at most. Degraded by weather.
Let me get back to his past. What about his journey?
Delayed. His plane never takes off. Rusty are now his wings. Too much risks to fly again.
Where is he now?
Some says he is here while another one would claim otherwise. No one knows, really.
Okay, is he alive?
Always. If you have my senses, maybe, you can sense him. If not, you can learn how to sense him. Why did you ask that?
The story doesn’t add up. At one point you told me about him in certain background and not a moment later, you changed his home or where he worked.
His never adds up. What I’m telling you now is the only thing I know.
Did he make any choice or has he?
No. Such thing isn’t his luxury.