of course, if we were to recount yesterday’s conversations with people unheard of, and catalogue them accordingly into our neat boxes of people you meet yesterday before you push them to the back of your mind, facts facts and listless things that are unimportant but nevertheless might mean something to someone. you listen, stare, and nod while drowsiness from all the unslept hours begins to heave upon you and these trickles of things and nasihat always seem to thrown to you. perhaps you are still young, and people don’t want you to make the same mistakes as they did.
okay. still it amazes you the capacity of human speech, how one can recount one’s life journey from the time of conception to the time of corruption (for he is a corrupter of youth!), to the time of embellishment and retribution and slowly crawling towards making a living. so what does that even mean, making a living? is one not living until one makes it, until one begins to roll down into happiness? where those who are still reaching towards something (whether they recognize it or not), are at the other side of life, ignored.
you are not making sense now.
but what characterizes the living, is movement.
and what characterizes human, is conscience.
rand sungguh. menyampah dengan diri sendiri. kbye.
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