I am having a love affair with the internet.
My poor diary is sitting on my desk, craving my attention. My entries on paper has become redundent and empty; a list of thing ticked off and checked. Yet my hands are so lazy they prefer the click-clack of the keyboard.
On my way to the library, I saw a friend. I called out to him, we ended walking to the same direction. It turned out he is having trouble with a new relationship, where one cannot but think how it will end. A certain lack of chemistry, the spark; it's not there, and it's not enough. Smell a flower with no scent...is it still a flower?
On my way home, a friend spotted me. We chatted about life, its dramas, the path it can lead, our dreams and aspirations. He wishes to have his own Financial company someday in Hong Kong; I strive so to see more of the world. Achievements and aspirations; they are the key to success. It's a mental game; it's all in your head.
Every event that happens, is a reflection of our life as a whole. A microcosm that can represent the micros; the micros of one life; one life out of billions; billions out of the world. What about the people you meet on your way? In each and individual way, they help shape our perception. It does not matter if it was your math teacher who gave you detention for stuffing gum in the lock, the check-out chick who gave you $5 more as change; your good mate deciding to take her own life because all was bleak, or a silly movie that made your weep...everything that happens, happens so, for reasons that may only be known later.
Each event is a musical note; it may be of a different rhythm, tone, dynamic...what is the next note? Is it not music if all the notes are woven together to produce the sounds you hear in the end? You have the power to compose, alter, piece together your own score. Randomness is the key to variation; static pattern bores the ear -so what of the breakouts on your face? What is that I hear? Your nail just chipped? It'll grow back, so, oh, get over it!
Which leaves me one question for you. Do you ever feel like you are so, so much more than you are now? The feeling that this place is not quite enough; there is a bigger playground for you to expand your wings. That you are made for something bigger than the horizon, and knowing that, your heart beats faster?
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Maybe it is the time to fly.
Life sometimes is about desire, you just have to dare a dream.
It's rainy and cloudy today, I think you may like it.
For me, life is just raining outside the window today.
Well said I must say, I hope I'm able to express myself as well as you one day. I feel the same way, I always felt like I was meant for more. Fear of failure is what stops most from attempting to achieve their dreams. It helps when you've felt like you've lost everything, once you reach that point you know things couldn't get worse so why not go all out and go for the wildest dreams you've ever had, whats the worse that could happen? fail? Ha!
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