Since when did I stop writing, neither in Chinese nor in English?
I whispered to myself.
In a just second, the question soon became:
Since when did I stop feeling, looking, talking and thinking to myself?
Since when did I stop slowing down to figure out what's happening in my life? or what have I been doing to myself?
Life itself doesn't provide answers, but only clues, clues to be put together, to ponder upon and to squeeze the juice out of, piece by piece, little by little. Nevertheless, we're often times too blindfolded by the trivia in its nature to realize what it's really telling us.
Answers drift in the flow of everything; all you have to do is look closely enough to capture it, I tend to believe so.
4 hours and 1 minute.
Too short to find answers to life, but surely long enough to fuel up for it.
You have reminded me of who I am and who I will be, thank you babe.
It's wonderful to recall how good it feels to have a friend so close and so connected.
As the saying goes, A friend in need is a friend indeed.
Good night.
