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I know it's late, and I'm bound to scold myself again in the morning. It doesn't matter anymore. I'm not tired. I'm not exhausted. I'm just aimless, that's all, without a particular sense of direction. And I'm dying for heaven or hell to just give me a glimpse of what I'm supposed to do, and give me the wit to do it. But beyond all these wanderings, all these journeyings, I've forgotten why I'm here in the first place.
Have you ever wondered how many lives you've touched? Have you ever just stopped and think, "Who are the ones that I've met?" I remember vaguely the people that I knew, their faces stamped in a cluttered mesh of memories. Beneath their meaningless names and indecipherable masks are moments to treasure, even the ones that I would rather throw away. Childhood. Neighbors. Grade School. High School. College. Orgs. The Internet. These and all others, are what had made my life a teeming hodge-podge of laughter, grief, anger, fear, and regret.
It all seems strange now, the past. Utterly alien, foreign, desolate. The people that I've met, I wonder how they're doing now? Would their plight be any different had I not met them, had I not known them? Would I be any different?
Have you ever wondered how many lives you've touched? Have you ever just stopped and think, "Who are the ones that I've met?" I remember vaguely the people that I knew, their faces stamped in a cluttered mesh of memories. Beneath their meaningless names and indecipherable masks are moments to treasure, even the ones that I would rather throw away. Childhood. Neighbors. Grade School. High School. College. Orgs. The Internet. These and all others, are what had made my life a teeming hodge-podge of laughter, grief, anger, fear, and regret.
It all seems strange now, the past. Utterly alien, foreign, desolate. The people that I've met, I wonder how they're doing now? Would their plight be any different had I not met them, had I not known them? Would I be any different?