Learn to Cherish the Little Things

 Out of sheer desperation, he went for an interview for a job which sector he has next to none interest of, but it was for survival; it was for escape. So far life had not shown any meaning nor had it portrayed itself as something worth living for. Like most people, he wondered what life was for, and like the minority of those who did, he was too keen to find to accept his defeat in finding the path. There might not even be one, for all he knew. Nobody knew. Yet, of those who did not know none were as desperate and lonely. Certainly the loneliness was out of this world. Unbearable would have been an understatement for the reason of the diction of the former word. Of many countries he traveled. Not for holidays, nor vacation. For life; one was an escape to Japan, too fright to accept the reality of dissatisfaction he had with his family, with his family shrouded in clouds of customary superstitions, which was not necessarily a bad thing until he made it look as it was, in his mind, but like any wise men said, that was a topic for another day.

Be free and swim like a fish in the sea. Like a free blue bird in the sky. Neither had he achieved. Fish he became in a pond, and Sky-high he flew but just for a while to rest his wings in the comfort of land. There was no escape. There was no place to go. Not before all his dreams and optimism still shone some rays of hope into his naive young caves. Instead, he caved in further.

Had you not catched drift, this man is myself. I spelled caught wrongly. The platform tried to remind, and I knew it well it was wrong, but did not bother with the correction. Did not bother with life. Do not bother to pursue the dreams. Do not bother at all. 

God tell me how can I escape this place I can only label a prison (due to my limited colors  of vocabulary, other than 'enclosure' I know not other words which can be the synonym of prison)

For now, like five years ago in Singapore, like three years ago in Osaka, I am stuck swimming in the murky, dingy pond I am calling 'life'

With one same problem; one identical heart burden, similar experiences of heartbreak, and three different countries I still know not the meaning of life. That's given, for everyone. But I know not life meaning, not even my own.

Just survive in the small abysmal pond then. 

7.674 billion lives. What is one turn stale and rot back to nothingness without offering any value to the living?

My Work | Unfinished ー Search

this is such an embarrassing entry containing my personal feelings. Hope nobody sees it (despite my pursuit of popularity, attention, and acceptance), and if anyone reads this please do not share it. Like I said. I shy boy me am. (update 10th June 2:23 GMT+8; aka next day) Plus I don't even know what I was talking about..