Reunion

The title is a bit misleading. I have been thinking on this life-is-hard-but-dying-is-not-an-option-either blog. I’m not sure if it’s best to continue on writing anything blindly. I have observed that most of my writing are boring at best. Who would read non-sense passages? Other than music and tech, most of them were written on a whim. This has to change.

I might begin by simplifying the categories. Most of my ramblings are put in default category while the others are in their respective group. Might as well as deleting unnecessary posts now. Cheers.

Apparently, I don’t have to wait.

Just ride. Your destination is just ahead.

So, since we’re never going to talk to each other again after today, please allow me to say a few things.

I wanted to thank you for these few years of adventure. If it wasn’t for you, I think I wouldn’t be here in the first place. I also wanted to apologize for the way I behaved. Trust me, I didn’t know any better and am still clueless on what to say or do. I only did things in a way that allow us to exist with neither unnecesary chatters nor conflicts. Knowing our different standpoints, I would argue that my work shows promising results.

Now that we are at the end of the day, I conclude my statements. Once again, thank you for everything. I do hope success for your current and future endeavors.

Sincerely yours,

A path that I thought I would thread for the rest of my life is near its end. Intersection is ahead and its direction is rusted, leaving me to guess which road leads to which destination. I have made numerous if not too many bad decision leading me to struggle in silent just like everybody else. But now, time is against me and I have to face it alone.

The easy day is yesterday and one man said, “Carpe diem!”. I thought it was just another meaningless advice. The longer I live the more I realize its dignity in massive current of information rushed through my head. Carpe diem is to take one informed decision, to stand by it, and to let it go when the time comes.

Tomorrow is a new day; an intersection to cross; another choice to make. One might feel anxious or envy seeing other people walking and running ahead, popping question whether life will be better soon. Chances are that no one knows for sure. See you on the other side.

Turbulence, while its existence is there for us to feel, to acknowledge, prediction is another matter. Its computational load isn’t something you’d do with your tiny laptop. Now that you can neither predict nor prevent its coming, hanging on is the only thing you can do.

So, brace yourself. Tide is coming.