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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