A changed man I have been, with even interactions with people changing. Very much in the quantity of interaction. Out of an institution, life may be brighter without rules, yet dull without interaction. Friends become people, and memories becomes diluted, stale and perhaps insignificant. I guess this is a big part of life, of everybody’s life. People whom were once best friends are people to avoid. One can retreat like a hermit crab, or one can swing around this urban jungle like a modern Tarzan incarnation. One can choose to wear bling, or a boring grey sweater shuffling around in ancient sneakers, but what difference is there honestly? In this human race, what qualifies a difference among people, be it the rich or the poor, or the different races. I may be indifferent, thought with lesser interactions, but perhaps that’s just me. Indifferent as the sand I have shifted on the beach still lays untouched, indifferent.

Many has crossed this line, this line that I am after as well, no doubt time passes like a blink of an eye, yet in the midst of the blink there is no comfort to be felt. Sometimes I may be strong, brace myself for the wave of knowledge to come. Yet this carapace may crumble like melted ice, drip by drip, the sight gets clearer, look closely, you would see nothing. From the studies of English Literature I may be tasked to do some close reading of the text above, yet what is the use? Perhaps the words of dead poets might give rise to some moments of great enlightenment, still what is there to behold? Drip by drip my strength falls away, not something a cup of coffee behind tinted glass can restore. People grow as time passes, while leaves fall and shrink to brown corpses after water is deprived from their very system. Magically flowers bloom after a harsh season of winter.

And me a bee shall go hunt for nectar.

A strong gust can disturb the leaf-littered pavement, yet at the same time might bring comfort on a temperate day. Rain can wash the muck away from the road, or even wrap you in coldness. Likewise, being suffocated with academia, it can either benefit me or put me out into a temporary narcosis.

Whatever the case is, its been a long while I lay my hands on writing these thoughts out, and apart from the normal and boring “life is all about ups and downs”, hopefully I can perpetuate on. Sitting on a roller coaster, the next segment of the track would probably the 360 degree loop to turn the mind inside out. Nevertheless, with adequate support, the wheels of my coaster is here to hang on tight.

I am a rabbit too! The fox would say, just like how I will say “I have worked hard too!”, staring at potential failed scripts.