Hey there! :)
Today I was assigned to write about something about myself and for once... I really do not want to write about it. So... instead of that... I will attempt to talk about something else I thought about on the way back to uni today. I managed to watch 10-15 minutes of my first all-girls choir performance and had a pretty great pasta and shortcake. Lol. But anyways... here goes nothing...
Remember how when you're a child when you were watching Disney films and all those other movies, whenever there's a kissing scene, they depicted it as if it's something so grand, so significant, so... magical? I don't know about you guys, but I bought it till I was about quite old, thinking that is how a first kiss... or a kiss should feel like every time. That it's suppose to be... 'Wow!'
However, when I had my first kiss... though it felt borderline like what the teen flicks had depicted... at the same time, it felt nowhere close to what it was. I felt the tingly sensation that ran down my spine till my toes for a millisecond and the slightly light on my feet feeling. But that was all. There was no fireworks. No seeing stars twirling round and round my head. But then again, I could still remember how I smiled silly, how I felt giddy.
Then, came the second kiss, the third and so on... and the slight, close-to-magical feeling went away and I found myself disappointed. It was all media. That was it. It led me to believe a kiss was suppose to feel that way till I experienced it.
However, when the next time I had my second 'first kiss' I found myself feeling the same sensation as before and I was elated for a second before realizing how fast this emotion was going to disappear. A part of me would ponder... is it because I hadn't found my 'Prince Charming' or it is because that was it... that's life. Till now I still couldn't quite make up my mind... but my scientific brain would say... it had nothing to do with a prince on a white horse, or true love, instead it had something to do with our senses and our neural circuit and whatnot.
So... what do I believe now? Well... honestly speaking... I still find myself questioning... is it like the fairytales tell you? Or is it... that's just spur of the moment feeling?
This somehow always reminds me of (500) Days of Summer and how Tom thought the end scene of 'The Graduate' was about falling in love, finding your true love and doing anything for it. But in the end, he discovered that it wasn't as pretty as the movies, songs, and books had made it sound. That it were all lies. That's why I think I've always love this movie, because it reminded me so much of myself... and how I look at love at one point in my life.
That's it for now...
Till next time...
Keep the Faith,
x
Platypus.
Feb 19, 2012
Feb 17, 2012
Best for Last
Hello. :)
Listening to Adele's 19 on shuffle, and hoping to find some inspiration after a really strange day. I hope that I would be able to go through next week... there's just way too many things going on and I don't know how I'm going to get it done.
But.. enough about my daily life... Here's today's story...
I shut my eyes and pretended everything was okay.
As I opened them, there he was once again. Standing by the shelf filled with CDs ranging from Pop music to Jazz, and DVDs of the all-time favourites to the latest romantic comedy; 500 Days of Summer, to vinyl records with bent edges from the years of being shifted from one home to another. I stayed still on the couch and watched as he inserted a disc into the player and the screen turned black as the opening credits scrolled down the screen. He spun around and made his way back to the beige-coloured couch and plopped down next to me. His eyes already plastered on the screen.
I found myself studying the details of his face, from the way his thin soft lips curled into a small smile to the way his nose inhaled and exhaled air around us. His hazel brown eyes seemed to sparkle against the light from the television and the lit candles on the side table. I couldn't help but stared at the depth of those windows... windows to his soul. On some days, it would be crying out with sorrow and on other days it would be bursting with joy and excitement. Today was one of those days, his eyes shouted out contentment. As he laughed at a joke from the movie, for that split second, wrinkles formed on his forehead as his eyebrows drooped, and crinkles formed on the corner of those eyes.
"Are you okay?" he faced me suddenly, a hint of the smile lingered on his serious expression. I nodded and smiled in assurance. He rolled his eyes before wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer to him. The warmth of his body was the first thing I noticed and I snuggled closer, wrapping my arms around his waist and rested my head against his shoulder. It felt... safe. Then it dawned me that it had been a while since I felt this way. Safe in someone else's arms. I glanced up, just to be certain that it was him before closing my eyes and listened to the beats of his heart, gradually growing louder against my ears.
I opened my eyes and found myself sitting on the same couch, but this time around, he was no longer beside me, no longer in my arms. I looked up and watched as a stranger yelled at me, at the living room as he paced back and forth before me. His breath was quick, his hands shook in fury, his face flushed. I felt my body froze.
The same pair of hazel brown eyes, no longer filled with sorrow nor happiness. Instead it was dark this time, so dark that the hazel had turned a light shade of brown. His voice pierced through my dreamy state. I observed as the same wrinkles that formed when he laughed, formed as he shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Are you even listening?!"
I jumped and felt my heart pumping, I felt my own fingernails dug onto the skin of my palm. His face inched closer as he swore, arms waving in a fluster. 'How could the man who once made me felt safe, be the same person who made me feel so scared?' I shut my eyes and pretended everything was okay.
The End.
I know it's a bit short... but it's getting late and I'm really tired. :S
Coincidentally, today is Joseph Gordon-Levitt's 31st Birthday!!!! So... WOO! :P
Till next time,
Keep the Faith,
x
Platypus.
Listening to Adele's 19 on shuffle, and hoping to find some inspiration after a really strange day. I hope that I would be able to go through next week... there's just way too many things going on and I don't know how I'm going to get it done.
But.. enough about my daily life... Here's today's story...
I shut my eyes and pretended everything was okay.
As I opened them, there he was once again. Standing by the shelf filled with CDs ranging from Pop music to Jazz, and DVDs of the all-time favourites to the latest romantic comedy; 500 Days of Summer, to vinyl records with bent edges from the years of being shifted from one home to another. I stayed still on the couch and watched as he inserted a disc into the player and the screen turned black as the opening credits scrolled down the screen. He spun around and made his way back to the beige-coloured couch and plopped down next to me. His eyes already plastered on the screen.
I found myself studying the details of his face, from the way his thin soft lips curled into a small smile to the way his nose inhaled and exhaled air around us. His hazel brown eyes seemed to sparkle against the light from the television and the lit candles on the side table. I couldn't help but stared at the depth of those windows... windows to his soul. On some days, it would be crying out with sorrow and on other days it would be bursting with joy and excitement. Today was one of those days, his eyes shouted out contentment. As he laughed at a joke from the movie, for that split second, wrinkles formed on his forehead as his eyebrows drooped, and crinkles formed on the corner of those eyes.
"Are you okay?" he faced me suddenly, a hint of the smile lingered on his serious expression. I nodded and smiled in assurance. He rolled his eyes before wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer to him. The warmth of his body was the first thing I noticed and I snuggled closer, wrapping my arms around his waist and rested my head against his shoulder. It felt... safe. Then it dawned me that it had been a while since I felt this way. Safe in someone else's arms. I glanced up, just to be certain that it was him before closing my eyes and listened to the beats of his heart, gradually growing louder against my ears.
I opened my eyes and found myself sitting on the same couch, but this time around, he was no longer beside me, no longer in my arms. I looked up and watched as a stranger yelled at me, at the living room as he paced back and forth before me. His breath was quick, his hands shook in fury, his face flushed. I felt my body froze.
The same pair of hazel brown eyes, no longer filled with sorrow nor happiness. Instead it was dark this time, so dark that the hazel had turned a light shade of brown. His voice pierced through my dreamy state. I observed as the same wrinkles that formed when he laughed, formed as he shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Are you even listening?!"
I jumped and felt my heart pumping, I felt my own fingernails dug onto the skin of my palm. His face inched closer as he swore, arms waving in a fluster. 'How could the man who once made me felt safe, be the same person who made me feel so scared?' I shut my eyes and pretended everything was okay.
The End.
I know it's a bit short... but it's getting late and I'm really tired. :S
Coincidentally, today is Joseph Gordon-Levitt's 31st Birthday!!!! So... WOO! :P
Till next time,
Keep the Faith,
x
Platypus.
Kaleidoscope Heart
Hey there. :)
It's a Thursday and it's nearing the end of the first week since Semester 2 has started. For most people, it's been a pretty slow and relaxing start, for me... it's been a rocky and hectic start with tonnes of things in mind that I had to complete as soon as possible within the deadlines, it felt like time is just passing by me faster than ever, and the days turned to nights in the blink of an eye. Answer to whether I know what I will be doing after this? None.
So, since I am still clueless about my future, tonight I will write you a short story/paragraphs. :)
Blue covered the canvas above we called the sky, and with it were puffs of white clouds. The sun smiled on it as its rays shone a brightly white colour. Sheltering her eyes from the sun with her hand, she squinted before turning her attention back to path she was walking on. Her mind wandered as the sounds of music poured through the earphones and into her ears and head, vibrating against her skull. She smiled at the familiar tune before continuing her way down the cemented walkway.
As she felt the sunlight kissed her ivory skin, she finally felt at peace after a horrendous start in the morning. She was late for work, her boss wasn't too happy with her tardiness, and she was back to her dull routine of data entry. Her job wasn't a fulfilling one, all that was required of her was fetching coffee, photocopying, filing, data entry, writing minutes, etc. etc. The life of a secretary. She sighed and shook the thoughts of misery out.
Unaware, she walked right into another pedestrian and all she heard was the faint whisper of "Fuck!" and the sound of magazines and papers hit the ground. Without hesitating, she started apologizing profusely and bent down next to the stranger and began picking up the stacks of magazines. As she glanced up to meet the eyes of the stranger, she found herself in shock from the sudden sight of deep blue. Her heart thumped harder against her chest. She couldn't help but felt mesmerized by them as she automatically handed back the pile she picked up. Those eyes.
She smiled apologetically as he shrugged and took the magazines from her, pilling it on what he had already. He smiled politely before giving her a quick nod and rushed past her. She spun around to watch the stranger walked down the path from where she just came from. She watched until the image faded.
Her mind drifted off once more as she picked up her pace and continued her journey. A smile plastered on her face. The memory of the most haunting pair of eyes imprinted within her. From then on, every time she used that same path, the thoughts of her clumsiness and those blue eyes came floating back and she would find herself looking around for the same stranger. Just for one more chance to see them... blue.
Keep the Faith,
x
Platypus.
It's a Thursday and it's nearing the end of the first week since Semester 2 has started. For most people, it's been a pretty slow and relaxing start, for me... it's been a rocky and hectic start with tonnes of things in mind that I had to complete as soon as possible within the deadlines, it felt like time is just passing by me faster than ever, and the days turned to nights in the blink of an eye. Answer to whether I know what I will be doing after this? None.
So, since I am still clueless about my future, tonight I will write you a short story/paragraphs. :)
Blue covered the canvas above we called the sky, and with it were puffs of white clouds. The sun smiled on it as its rays shone a brightly white colour. Sheltering her eyes from the sun with her hand, she squinted before turning her attention back to path she was walking on. Her mind wandered as the sounds of music poured through the earphones and into her ears and head, vibrating against her skull. She smiled at the familiar tune before continuing her way down the cemented walkway.
As she felt the sunlight kissed her ivory skin, she finally felt at peace after a horrendous start in the morning. She was late for work, her boss wasn't too happy with her tardiness, and she was back to her dull routine of data entry. Her job wasn't a fulfilling one, all that was required of her was fetching coffee, photocopying, filing, data entry, writing minutes, etc. etc. The life of a secretary. She sighed and shook the thoughts of misery out.
Unaware, she walked right into another pedestrian and all she heard was the faint whisper of "Fuck!" and the sound of magazines and papers hit the ground. Without hesitating, she started apologizing profusely and bent down next to the stranger and began picking up the stacks of magazines. As she glanced up to meet the eyes of the stranger, she found herself in shock from the sudden sight of deep blue. Her heart thumped harder against her chest. She couldn't help but felt mesmerized by them as she automatically handed back the pile she picked up. Those eyes.
She smiled apologetically as he shrugged and took the magazines from her, pilling it on what he had already. He smiled politely before giving her a quick nod and rushed past her. She spun around to watch the stranger walked down the path from where she just came from. She watched until the image faded.
Her mind drifted off once more as she picked up her pace and continued her journey. A smile plastered on her face. The memory of the most haunting pair of eyes imprinted within her. From then on, every time she used that same path, the thoughts of her clumsiness and those blue eyes came floating back and she would find herself looking around for the same stranger. Just for one more chance to see them... blue.
Keep the Faith,
x
Platypus.
Feb 16, 2012
Shake It Out
Hello! :)
Today I stumbled across an update from a page I liked on Facebook and it was a website which I used to post my stories and fan fictions on. It intrigued me and so I went to the site to check out the current condition. I was surprised to find out that there were some comments from random readers who read some of my stories back in either 2010, 2009, or 2012. Not only that, I also read through some of the writing and I realized I was a pretty naive, twisted and often romanticize them. But I am definitely tempted to pick it up again... but how sure I am this will happen? I have not a clue.
So for today's dosage I want to talk about someone very special.
To me, she's everything I wanted to be. Her grace, her laughter, her wit, her hard work, her courage, her beauty, her compassion, her independence, her wisdom.
She came from a small village of a small unknown town. Her childhood consisted of helping with chores, and singing classical Mandarin tunes in front of a small audience. It also included going to the rubber estates to help out her dad. She worked hard in school and was loved by her teachers and friends. Her presence was not only felt on stage during debates and performances, it was also felt during classes.
This was then followed by learning how to be independent and fighting for her own education, as she stayed with a sister, working part-time to pay her rent as she went to school. She then went on to the working life and was given the opportunity to become a singer but declined it for a much more simpler life. She married her first love and took the courageous step to go to a brand new country.
It was there that I met her as she waitress-ed her way to pay for the living costs. Yet she managed to learn and explored the unknown land. When time came, she flew back to her homeland and worked in an office which made reasonable amount of profit. But after 8 years there, the office's business boomed as cash flowed in and out, and when she announced her departure, she was asked to stay. Her boss wanted/needed her. She always said, when working, give your 100% into it, do not bother if you had to do more work than others, it is not a loss, you get to learn more stuff and the employer could always see how hardworking and how precious of a worker you are. However, never forget to leave your work 'baggage' behind whenever you leave office at the end of each day.
She went on to work as a cashier in another country and from there, again, she had the chance to discover a place she had never seen. It was 3 years of hard work, constant stress and some fun before she flew back to homeland. Then, she became a caterer in a small town primary school cafeteria. Even though the workload was heavy and regardless the 2-3 hours sleep every night, she always told me that it was worth it when she got to see the children's smile and compliments on the food.
Her laughter always reminded me of life, how in a short amount of time, even though you may not be the president of a country or the CEO of a company, you could still achieve a lot by doing simple jobs/tasks. Her life may seem simple and dull by many, but to me, the stories always remained fascinating no matter how many times I've heard it. She went through life following her heart and mind, she sacrificed for the sake of her family. If you would have pass by her on an average day, she will not be a person which stood out of the crowd in the supermarket, she blended in but who knew the amount of experience and love she has within her, who knew she had been through so much just for herself and her family.
To me, she is the idea of courage, independence, strength, heart, and happiness. No matter how hard of a day she has, she could always manage a smile. She said a smile always makes a difference which explains the crinkles at the corner of her eyes that had etched itself over the years. There's always a sparkle in her eyes when she spoke. So much life even after all that she had to endure. Never once she uttered the word "quit."
She always made me desire to be a better person, wanting to grow stronger, wanting to be more courageous. She was everything I wanted to be one day.
Keep the Faith,
x
Platypus.
Today I stumbled across an update from a page I liked on Facebook and it was a website which I used to post my stories and fan fictions on. It intrigued me and so I went to the site to check out the current condition. I was surprised to find out that there were some comments from random readers who read some of my stories back in either 2010, 2009, or 2012. Not only that, I also read through some of the writing and I realized I was a pretty naive, twisted and often romanticize them. But I am definitely tempted to pick it up again... but how sure I am this will happen? I have not a clue.
So for today's dosage I want to talk about someone very special.
To me, she's everything I wanted to be. Her grace, her laughter, her wit, her hard work, her courage, her beauty, her compassion, her independence, her wisdom.
She came from a small village of a small unknown town. Her childhood consisted of helping with chores, and singing classical Mandarin tunes in front of a small audience. It also included going to the rubber estates to help out her dad. She worked hard in school and was loved by her teachers and friends. Her presence was not only felt on stage during debates and performances, it was also felt during classes.
This was then followed by learning how to be independent and fighting for her own education, as she stayed with a sister, working part-time to pay her rent as she went to school. She then went on to the working life and was given the opportunity to become a singer but declined it for a much more simpler life. She married her first love and took the courageous step to go to a brand new country.
It was there that I met her as she waitress-ed her way to pay for the living costs. Yet she managed to learn and explored the unknown land. When time came, she flew back to her homeland and worked in an office which made reasonable amount of profit. But after 8 years there, the office's business boomed as cash flowed in and out, and when she announced her departure, she was asked to stay. Her boss wanted/needed her. She always said, when working, give your 100% into it, do not bother if you had to do more work than others, it is not a loss, you get to learn more stuff and the employer could always see how hardworking and how precious of a worker you are. However, never forget to leave your work 'baggage' behind whenever you leave office at the end of each day.
She went on to work as a cashier in another country and from there, again, she had the chance to discover a place she had never seen. It was 3 years of hard work, constant stress and some fun before she flew back to homeland. Then, she became a caterer in a small town primary school cafeteria. Even though the workload was heavy and regardless the 2-3 hours sleep every night, she always told me that it was worth it when she got to see the children's smile and compliments on the food.
Her laughter always reminded me of life, how in a short amount of time, even though you may not be the president of a country or the CEO of a company, you could still achieve a lot by doing simple jobs/tasks. Her life may seem simple and dull by many, but to me, the stories always remained fascinating no matter how many times I've heard it. She went through life following her heart and mind, she sacrificed for the sake of her family. If you would have pass by her on an average day, she will not be a person which stood out of the crowd in the supermarket, she blended in but who knew the amount of experience and love she has within her, who knew she had been through so much just for herself and her family.
To me, she is the idea of courage, independence, strength, heart, and happiness. No matter how hard of a day she has, she could always manage a smile. She said a smile always makes a difference which explains the crinkles at the corner of her eyes that had etched itself over the years. There's always a sparkle in her eyes when she spoke. So much life even after all that she had to endure. Never once she uttered the word "quit."
She always made me desire to be a better person, wanting to grow stronger, wanting to be more courageous. She was everything I wanted to be one day.
Keep the Faith,
x
Platypus.
Feb 15, 2012
The Half Killed
Hey all,
Third consecutive day of writing here. Would I be able to keep up with it? Or will it just be this is the last one for some time? Hmm... we'll see...
Anyways... here you go:
As his hands shook, the words printed on the letters blurred. Out of breath, he gathered his thoughts before drawing in a deep one and exhaled. His head spun and yet it felt hollow, it felt silent. Afraid of the sudden discomfort of the absence of his thoughts. He folded the letter carefully before inserting it back into its envelope. He left it back on the coffee table before entering his bedroom. The walls was decorated with a cream-coloured wallpaper, the room was filled with pastel colours objects. Feeling a little more relaxed, he paced around the room before taking a seat on the edge of his bed, letting out a sigh as his gaze lingered on the door before him.
It was made out of mahogany with a almost fully rusted golden doorknob. The door was not something that was out of the ordinary. It was simple, plain. Yet there was something about. Something eerie. Something ominous about it that made him felt reluctant to go near it. He shook his head before getting up and rushed towards the coffee table once more.
He picked up the letter and tore it up in a fury before dropping it into the dustbin nearby. He was going to forget about it. He was going to pretend he never did receive that letter. He finally found the tranquility of being at home, being alone, being satisfied with the simplicity of living the way he currently was.
'Why?' he questioned. Why now?! Why not months ago when he finally got the courage to get up, apply for jobs and waited hopefully for the news of getting a job away from this town. Away from this hell hole. Now, when he finally settled for the fact that his life purpose was as simple as it was, being home alone, all the freedom he wanted to do whatever he wanted to. He got over the fact that his parents were no longer with him. He accepted the fact that his sister had left town the moment the parents were no longer around. As he pondered, memories of his high school and college flooded back. He was the star of his class. He was the one everyone voted to be the most successful in 10 years time. 8 years had passed and he was still stuck in the small, godforsaken town when all of his classmates and friends were settling down in the big cities like New York, and Chicago. He scoffed at how eager he was back then. How much he believed he would have been able to get out of here and make a life of his own, outshining everyone else as predicted.
However, everything backfired. The moment his parents passed away, one after another, he found himself a drop out from college, back at his childhood home, away from friends, away from society. He found the life he had been leading was a foolish one. One that no longer contained any significance in his life. And for some strange reason, he got up a few months ago and started applying for jobs in Washington and New York and California, it was as if a spark from his past self shone for a short while before fading away.
Today, he found out there was a computer company in Burbank which wanted to hire him. Him without a college degree. Him who had been sitting around his home, doing absolutely nothing but stared lifelessly at the tube and waited for time to pass. It was like a joke to him. It was as if someone had finally got fed up with his waiting around and decided to kick him around and see what would happen.
He sat on the beige coloured couch, back on the same spot he was already familiar with. From the yellow rays which peaked through the dusty blinds turned to orange, red, purple, and finally dark, he was still seated firmly on that same spot. Not an inch had budged since then. And as if the last 4 years never happened, he found himself getting up, and moving towards the mahogany door he so feared. Without hesitation, he tuned the knob and the hinges of the door creaked as he pulled it open. There it was in front of him... the black suitcase, right where he left it the day he moved back in.
Like a automated robot, he unzipped the bag and dumped in as many clothes he could get his hands on from the closet. He didn't bother about folding it to fit it nicely into the limited space. Once it was filled to the brim, he zipped it and carried it, without breaking the sudden concentration and surge of energy and emotion, he headed towards the dustbin where the torn up letter was. He picked up the small pieces of white paper and stuffed it into the pockets of his sweatpants and headed straight to the main exit.
As he stood, facing the night streets of the quiet neighbourhood, the smell of fresh air swept past him and he was overwhelmed by how sweet it was, how long it had been since he felt that way about the air. He locked the door behind him before getting into his old Camarro and drove down the driveway. And that was the story of the man who no longer looked back, the man who was once afraid of change, that even when opportunity presented itself, it took him a few knocks in the head before realizing how time never stopped even if he tried his hardest to stop it.
Don't be afraid of taking that first step. Don't be afraid of opening that door.
No one knows what's installed for us on the other side.
Good or bad, don't ever believe Earth will stop rotating even if we put on halt on our lives.
So, why not make the best of it and try living for a change.
Keep the Faith.
x
Platypus.
Third consecutive day of writing here. Would I be able to keep up with it? Or will it just be this is the last one for some time? Hmm... we'll see...
Anyways... here you go:
As his hands shook, the words printed on the letters blurred. Out of breath, he gathered his thoughts before drawing in a deep one and exhaled. His head spun and yet it felt hollow, it felt silent. Afraid of the sudden discomfort of the absence of his thoughts. He folded the letter carefully before inserting it back into its envelope. He left it back on the coffee table before entering his bedroom. The walls was decorated with a cream-coloured wallpaper, the room was filled with pastel colours objects. Feeling a little more relaxed, he paced around the room before taking a seat on the edge of his bed, letting out a sigh as his gaze lingered on the door before him.
It was made out of mahogany with a almost fully rusted golden doorknob. The door was not something that was out of the ordinary. It was simple, plain. Yet there was something about. Something eerie. Something ominous about it that made him felt reluctant to go near it. He shook his head before getting up and rushed towards the coffee table once more.
He picked up the letter and tore it up in a fury before dropping it into the dustbin nearby. He was going to forget about it. He was going to pretend he never did receive that letter. He finally found the tranquility of being at home, being alone, being satisfied with the simplicity of living the way he currently was.
'Why?' he questioned. Why now?! Why not months ago when he finally got the courage to get up, apply for jobs and waited hopefully for the news of getting a job away from this town. Away from this hell hole. Now, when he finally settled for the fact that his life purpose was as simple as it was, being home alone, all the freedom he wanted to do whatever he wanted to. He got over the fact that his parents were no longer with him. He accepted the fact that his sister had left town the moment the parents were no longer around. As he pondered, memories of his high school and college flooded back. He was the star of his class. He was the one everyone voted to be the most successful in 10 years time. 8 years had passed and he was still stuck in the small, godforsaken town when all of his classmates and friends were settling down in the big cities like New York, and Chicago. He scoffed at how eager he was back then. How much he believed he would have been able to get out of here and make a life of his own, outshining everyone else as predicted.
However, everything backfired. The moment his parents passed away, one after another, he found himself a drop out from college, back at his childhood home, away from friends, away from society. He found the life he had been leading was a foolish one. One that no longer contained any significance in his life. And for some strange reason, he got up a few months ago and started applying for jobs in Washington and New York and California, it was as if a spark from his past self shone for a short while before fading away.
Today, he found out there was a computer company in Burbank which wanted to hire him. Him without a college degree. Him who had been sitting around his home, doing absolutely nothing but stared lifelessly at the tube and waited for time to pass. It was like a joke to him. It was as if someone had finally got fed up with his waiting around and decided to kick him around and see what would happen.
He sat on the beige coloured couch, back on the same spot he was already familiar with. From the yellow rays which peaked through the dusty blinds turned to orange, red, purple, and finally dark, he was still seated firmly on that same spot. Not an inch had budged since then. And as if the last 4 years never happened, he found himself getting up, and moving towards the mahogany door he so feared. Without hesitation, he tuned the knob and the hinges of the door creaked as he pulled it open. There it was in front of him... the black suitcase, right where he left it the day he moved back in.
Like a automated robot, he unzipped the bag and dumped in as many clothes he could get his hands on from the closet. He didn't bother about folding it to fit it nicely into the limited space. Once it was filled to the brim, he zipped it and carried it, without breaking the sudden concentration and surge of energy and emotion, he headed towards the dustbin where the torn up letter was. He picked up the small pieces of white paper and stuffed it into the pockets of his sweatpants and headed straight to the main exit.
As he stood, facing the night streets of the quiet neighbourhood, the smell of fresh air swept past him and he was overwhelmed by how sweet it was, how long it had been since he felt that way about the air. He locked the door behind him before getting into his old Camarro and drove down the driveway. And that was the story of the man who no longer looked back, the man who was once afraid of change, that even when opportunity presented itself, it took him a few knocks in the head before realizing how time never stopped even if he tried his hardest to stop it.
Don't be afraid of taking that first step. Don't be afraid of opening that door.
No one knows what's installed for us on the other side.
Good or bad, don't ever believe Earth will stop rotating even if we put on halt on our lives.
So, why not make the best of it and try living for a change.
Keep the Faith.
x
Platypus.
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