Stupidity in the night.
I was walking home from the cab, when I caught a whiff of the sea breeze. All of a sudden, a flood of memories just came crashing down on me, and my mind flashed through images of what had been - sitting the Japanese garden with friends, walking through Quarry Bay park, stupid visits to 7-11 for dumbass wine coolers, talking about how shitty relationships are... I've been feeling vaguely unsettled all day, and that one moment of being surrounded by the vaguely fishy breeze was enough to remind me that this is where I grew up.
I may not know where home is, and in some ways I may be more lost than my dearly beloved friends who cannot find their way - but that old, sweet, sad feeling burned really deep into my heart, and I felt myself growing sad for neglecting this part of my life. One great comfort is that I don't forget where I have been, and that helps me put the puzzle pieces together.
Whether you're comfortable with yourself or not, doesn't everyone want to belong? Doesn't one get tired of 필사적으로 making one's own way? 가끔은 정말 편안하게 쉴수 있는 공간, 사람이 필요하지 않나?
Perhaps this is why night is so precious to me; I can feel the solitude and the passage of time. It's also the only time I can really sit and contemplate what has been. The daytime and daylight is a reminder for me, that there are things I need to do, things I need to pay attention to so I can grasp the compass to guide my life, but the night (silent, lonely, beautiful) is when things come alive for me, and it's like I suddenly know myself.
It seems like night is a comfort to me, because even when I feel alone, I know I'm in the same boat as a lot of people.
I may not know where home is, and in some ways I may be more lost than my dearly beloved friends who cannot find their way - but that old, sweet, sad feeling burned really deep into my heart, and I felt myself growing sad for neglecting this part of my life. One great comfort is that I don't forget where I have been, and that helps me put the puzzle pieces together.
Whether you're comfortable with yourself or not, doesn't everyone want to belong? Doesn't one get tired of 필사적으로 making one's own way? 가끔은 정말 편안하게 쉴수 있는 공간, 사람이 필요하지 않나?
Perhaps this is why night is so precious to me; I can feel the solitude and the passage of time. It's also the only time I can really sit and contemplate what has been. The daytime and daylight is a reminder for me, that there are things I need to do, things I need to pay attention to so I can grasp the compass to guide my life, but the night (silent, lonely, beautiful) is when things come alive for me, and it's like I suddenly know myself.
It seems like night is a comfort to me, because even when I feel alone, I know I'm in the same boat as a lot of people.