rabbit heart

[methrowrock]

No matter how much you struggle, there will always be people entering and exiting your life. They are fleeting; they are temporal; they are the ghosts in the attic. You are one yourself, and there is nothing you can do about it. That is the reason why I started getting used to eating alone, shopping alone, watching movies alone, attending concerts alone, doing things alone. Because in the limited number of years you have on this planet, you are the only constant in your life. Why get yourself so involved when the ties between people can be broken so easily? Easy come easy go, pull yourself away when things get too sticky for comfort, roll with the punches and dust off the dirt from your shoulders, no man is an island but hey, why do people splash out so much just to own one?, being alone does not equate to loneliness; these disparate and disjointed sentences are like mini-pumps, puffing up my sense of self-importance. And it all seems justified and reflective of the uncaring and uncouth world out there...

... until I heard Lucky by Kat Edmonsen. The simple chords, the angelic voice, the carefree whistling, the crayon-and-glitter stick illustrations. Oh, the song reminded me of how fun it is to say "whaaazaapp!!?" in escalating volumes on the escalator just to make the man in jewelry store turn around. How funny it is to parrot "Can I? Can I?" with crazy-eyes in a Darell-pronounced-as-DERAIL tones with a chaotah dragon. How normal it is to stare at the crazy bunch (or the crazies) and guffaw at absolutely nothing. How embarrassing it is to crumple to the ground after two hours of street soccer because of bad calve cramps and having the rest huddled around, concerned but tickled. How delightful it is to catch up with a good friend over good food and good dessert. :) How natural it is to make fun of the raucuous table next to ours while making a racket ourselves about sausages, beer and potatoes. How comfortable it is to listen to and sing to sad songs while maintaining a big grin on our faces. How hilarious it is to laugh at each other's bad pronounciation and predictable actions. How heartening it is to have someone say you are funny and that you are nice to talk to. How amusing it is to text someone something absurd and branch into random funny banter after that. It is impossible to have friends with you every step of the way. But for every step that they keep abreast with you, it feels like walking on cotton candy and rainbows. And sometimes, that is enough.

Comments

[jarsblink.livejournal.com]

i like this! :) (a la facebook mode)

[methrowrock.livejournal.com]

hahaha facebook has permeated too much of our lives! time for your update, don't cha think? :)