Hope
Sometimes, I feel like we're the unlucky ones.
On the way to Riverlife yesterday, I met this retarded kid on the bus. No, retarded not as an insult, but really retarded. I think it was cerebral palsy or something. I didn't pay attention to him at first, until he started making a lot of noise. I found him a nuisance at first, but -
I always question my own existence. I'm sure you do too, at times. We hear it all the time - we are born, we study to get our grades, hopefully move on to university to get ourselves a degree and get a well-paying job. Then we slog the rest of our lives at work, hopefully getting married somewhere along the way.
Seeing him laughing contentedly when he made his watch beep, I felt I was the idiot. I would give anything to be that easily contented and blissfully ignorant, having not to think about what was going to happen to him in the future, but to just focus on that beep that his watch can make. Damn, I'm envious.
Anyhoo, I've got to start studying for Math, like now. I don't want to fail the test, no I don't. The worst is finally coming to an end. Humanities Week, be gone. :S
Sunday, May 23, 2010 ; 12:42 PM