It has been more than a week since I wrote a full blog entry - talking with the stars. How long has that been. Nine days have passed, constituted by debate activities, with late-night sleeping and early-morning waking up. The hell, going back and forth the school is killing me, I yawn on traffic and get exhausted sitting on the bus for a total of 80 minutes a day. Sometimes, rather most of the times, I would have to read - major subjects, magazines or newspapers so I could get rid of boredom. At the end of the day, I’d find myself crawled up in my bed, dead tired. Then the next day I would have to wake up early for school, I almost lose sanity.
There are times when I close my eyes and imagine myself being a tiny creature in the very vast universe, and I see other people on earth too. I can see pictures of people who have their own businesses to fulfill, some of them can offer a good talk, others simply don’t mind at all. Because they are so busy with their own businesses, whatever they call it.
And I am one of those people who sit down and wonder why things happen the way they do. Few people who try to search for answers before they die. People who get unmoved by the non-stopping activities that take place in the whole of earth. I exist, here and now, but most of the time I might be thinking of the movie, Serendipity, which setting I cannot fully specify. Or I might be thinking of the Tower Bridge where people with greatest dreams go. Sometimes I see both my past and my future, inasmuch as I want to deny and disbelieve, they enter my mind sometimes.
In the future I see a woman sitting on a park bench, shivering, watching the autumn leaves fall and get blown by the wind. After a few while, she would walk to her home where everything is set in its proper place. She knows exactly where the pictures of her family are. They are placed on top of the piano, all the faces are flashing smiles.
And after that, I do not know what will happen next. What I am just sure is that the woman I saw never gets satisfied. That is the sad part of the story…
She can die, she can live. But everything will not be enough for her… But one thing is so good about her. She will never give up, her hope will never die. For that very day to come when her search is finally over.
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