Truth is, sometimes, all you gotta do is ask nicely
PS. I got a new gravatar!!
(Anis Mojgani, really good)
Through the 18 years that I have grown comfy with this breathing in and out, I’ve come to notice that life is the journey of meeting; each instance accompanied by an effort to keep them near
or possibly even far from heart’s bay. People are beings contained in bodies, we breathe their being in, we learn. In return, they too, grow from us. Have you ever noticed it? They may be in form of passers-by, strangers on the train, that guard who you’ve always found shady, casual company, those one night… chats, awkward friends results of awkward situations, friends for life, friends for now, or perhaps that someone who’ll make your days a little bit brighter. We live to meet that right mix of company and surround ourselves with it to feel good–to feel alive. Religion is governed by hope that if we do the right things, perhaps we’ll be with the right people in forever, politics boasts of being the right person we have yet to meet, get to know and leave in his hands a nation’s tomorrow, entertainment sells the right people–the right personalities that we oh so desperately long to meet, law provides us an avenue of discerning who we can meet–do they belong behind bars or are they safe to coexist with?, love and friends come when you find the right stones which aren’t too heavy and neither are they too light and pleasantly surprise you with the warm glow they possess despite the darkest of times and family, the people we have been destined to meet, the greatest comfort which surrounds us unwaveringly. At this point, it’s hard to complain as there are so many things to be grateful for.
At times, I drift off to wonder where you are right now; If you’re okay in the great abyss that we, the alive, often talk about. Well, for my heart’s sake, I hope you are. In case you’re wondering, I miss you (although I don’t always show it) but I’ve been busy; so busy that I could easily push thoughts to the crevices of my mind no matter the gravity, and by now, I think you’ve already noticed that. But today, with love, I decide to write about you as if to solidify the memory. With you will always follow your greatness–but that’s mine to remember. You were so cool, so nice, so kind and simply just boss. In my thoughts, I always envision you sitting on your favorite chair in the bedroom reading those comics; laughing silently as your age would permit you to do so. You would find them so funny although I quietly begged to differ. Though I did try, I never understood them fully as they were in Chinese. You had sets of them, it was your collection, it was you. Those comics neatly arranged in your bedroom–above your bed, in your glass cabinets, in the bathroom up till the hospital bed. Now, I wonder what happened to them. Are they still there? have they been kept away? or at least who’s going to keep them for you? I never bothered to look at them, or maybe I just didn’t want to. You do know I still have with me one of your comics, the red one with the colored cover, I think it’s part of the limited edition set. You know time and circumstance never gave me the chance to return it and I’m sorry, I don’t think I ever will.
It’s been 2 years and a while.