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Thursday, 27 October 2016

Bystander Blogpost#1




Some say that watching is the easiest thing to do. Well if you really wrap your head around the concept then you’ll know it’s true. Life is a very short reel of memories flicked as photographs. Photographs attached together with a sleek thread named occurrence. I’ve always been a bystander, I watch people share their joy with their loved ones, and I watch the spark of friendships occur between people of two different worlds. I admire how I need not put any effort into the world to make it go around, have it spinning and let the friendships bond. I’ve also had my share of photographs but they’re rather a short bunch as I was always shy, shy to raise my voice or to crack an innocent smile at a stranger. But children on the other hand, they live their lives to the fullest. Joy and cheers. Life is like cotton candy to them, you’re eager to savour it but once you do, it’s simply tasteless so you’re dying for another bite. I walk these footpaths with subtle steps so I don’t interrupt the motion of humanity. I don’t like intruding into people, it only diverts them from what they’re about to do. You could say I’m curious about it, well who isn’t? The possibilities of the next moment are endless. Look at that little boy, his fingernails and shoes muddled up in the sand. Sunk into mother earth’s shore as he stresses his creativity to bring life to sculptures he creates out of sand. Creativity as its spark. Sure, there’s a couple mistakes in his creation but I’m not going to clear him on it. Where’s the spontaneity in that. Life isn’t supposed to be perfect, it’s supposed to be a fabric that needs some stitching and mending. But at some much unexpected moments, we would wish life was perfect because the aftermath is simply heart-breaking. I lived a similar story. So, here I am wishing I could relive the moments I watch behold in front of my eyes. Wandering the earth without cause or voice. Why? because I don’t exist anymore. 

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