A Thousand Miles

Sunday, March 18, 2012

"These past 8 months" @ 1:57 PM

I have come to my senses, being lost after a long while. Clear that there has been so much that I had missed out, be it life, dreams or reality. What happened to future which I desired when I was gazing it, seeing it coming realised, planning the steps, setting up the trails during the days when I was still a kid.

A blazing sun, on top of my head. I raised my hands hiding my eyes from the all-so bright rays of the sunshine. Clouds, among the skies resonating with the sun beside it, slightly apart.

This is a story, of a boy and his wish. His wish was like no other, nor like any other. He does not wish to become a star like MJ, a brave hero who saves others we see those days in movies the likes of Japan during Heian era, being a protaganist in a somewhat fairy-tale, a renowned philosopher in life or to be the smartest human being in the planet. His wish was ordinary and plain simple, yet difficult and vary in different aspect as to others. What he wants was just to be remembered; either written down, where one could be trailed in the human history; significant enough that people would remember him whether by interest or through his life-work. Maybe, I thought; that boy just want to be less...insignificant.
Boy-a, will you be able to walk down the path you see, find path that you seek and triumph over it? And so the boy sets apart and begins his day. #