Love is you. Because it has no reason.
Maybe, what you have been perceiving all along is wrong. Everything you have been sensing is just inside your head. All that you have done until now is based solely on baseless interpretation. So, instead of attending gathering about things you said you would happily contribute, why not watching the birds in the park? It might help you clear your head and distinguish which ones are real and which ones aren’t.
Wake up, Kid. You have missed all the fun.
False life is an interesting concept in which everything can be engineered from the ground from using happiness and chemistry as foundations, hopes as the pillars, and dreams as the roof. It’s just simple. Instead of having those life just inside the head, sharing the same thing with some people will surely expand the possibilities.
It’s only common that people who have already acquired the reality choose the dream. Because it’s full of possibilities and adventures thus more interesting to walk upon. The voice, mostly, says that lie isn’t a virtue but for some, the idea is really tempting. It creates a behaviour with which a man’s word doesn’t mean anything anymore and some people choose to embrace, if not totally, partially.
While the words are all about rejection, the gesture, however, is more clearly stating that should one be willing to live this lie, the other might just flinch and risk it together. (from here with several editing)
That, however, goes with a lot of consequences. Being in secret means having to cover lies with other lies. Keeping track all the lies one has created requires tremendous amount of brain works. It’s really hard. Do you really want those things that can only happen for a brief moment or are brave enough to face the reality full with hardships but everlasting memory and reward?
We talked a lot about the rain, didn’t we? Which area was getting showered lightly and which wasn’t?
I thought so but there was something more than that. Things I could never comprehend.
He turned his back to see the horizon. Someone had created a thunder clap. Something was getting closer. Lightning seemed to have a party at lower plains. The shower was getting heavier and it would surely disturb how well your eyes could see.
Do you see anything? The rain is obscuring my sight.
Maybe you should learn how to see without your eyes. And, yes. There is something. Thunder clap wouldn’t happened without someone making it. I’ll see you around. And, if you see that kid again, tell him go follow me, would you?
A second later he descended down the cliff to the hills and vanished.
Hey, Kid. He’s asking for you. Where have you been? Dead?
Sorry, dude. Stomach problem. You really can’t see anything, can you?
Quit joking. Of course I can. Why do you think I have already made a barrier even before you two showed up?
Yeah, yeah. Tell the village we love them, would you? Later.
And then the Kid also vanished. The rain was getting even heavier that you wouldn’t be able to see in five meters. The sound of thunder was deafening. It was louder than usual. Something was truly happening and he couldn’t sense anything completely. He wondered if the barrier was strong enough to hold such a massive atmospheric phenomenon.
We gather our memory in our belongings. Ranging from simple jewellery to books, from audio recordings to videos of our memorable years, as we grow older, we see that our future become less and our past has become even longer. Our minds might not be able to recall all things but a note might be a powerful trigger to regale the old winds.
An Index, if one might say, contains everything from certain checkpoint to latest occasions. It holds all primary keys to unlock any moment you desire to relive inside your head. It functions as a main stimulant to fire your neurons into pathways you have experienced before and let your hypothalamus gland secretes a dopamine with which you might feel happy and relaxed for a moment.
After all, those memories are what you hold so dear, aren’t they? Which make you able to move forward and have a place to go back if necessary?
Well, you passed. You’re going to be a doctor now.
And I thought engineering isn’t an easy thing to do?
I don’t know but it’ll be even harder to follow you again.
That’s your answer?
Yeah, I’m sorry.
But you left me in the rain …