so many things around me changed slowly. i never realized that the process has happened through second-minute-day i spent but one i surely know is that the atmosphere smells so different. people get further from my cycle, the ones that used to be close to me started to look at another interesting stuff stealing their glances because i barely respond to them, yet sometime i do feel alone because of that. it seems like i was in full sorrow for being alone, a robot living monotonous life. but then i realize, it's all about the mind. my mind. it's not about the people that left, it's not about everything that changed, it's my mind that control my response to the differences. it might be too hard for me to control what people around me will do, too many people with too many kinds of ego, it will be easier to control the mind. they said life for the ones who feel is tragedy, but for the ones who think, it is no such thing bigger than a comedy. it's the thing to laugh at, not to be sad of.
maybe this is part of being mature, learning to control yourself through waving streams and dynamic motions. maybe this is part of God's plan to show me who are the ones that will keep coming to give me free ride home when it comes to storm.
xx,
R.