From everything.
I read "The Alchemist" again the other day.
There is this part that talks about the shepherd boy working with the crystal merchant.
That part is interesting, because the crystal merchant is peculiar. He didn't want to change.
Even though he knew he could.
He did not want to.
I used to not able to understand the reason behind that.
But now, I think I slightly do.
People change. Things change.
And they change so fast.
Sometimes I just feel lost trying to talk to people.
Even people who were intimate with me in the past.
I feel like a stranger talking to them.
And this makes me sad.
Because they were once an intimate part of my life.
Now.
I just feel like, I hardly know them.
It seems awkward.
Strange even.
To want to ask.
Who are you?
Can I know who you are?
And to say.
Nice to meet you. Again.
Am I the one who is trapped in the past?
Or are things changing too fast for me?
1 comment:
There is one girl, who is my only friend when I was in primary school. I keep finding her when I was graduated. Sometimes, I thought someone who passed by was her. Sometimes, I drove by somewhere but turn back to make sure the girl I saw wasn't her. Until one day I really found her, but I dare not tell her anything. I asked for her number but never ask her out. However, inside my heart, I'm happy that she is still alive and I can make sure that she is living in some corner in this world, looking at the same sky with me. She is still alive, the memories are still alive, you should be happy enough.
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