Love, it is funny to tell stories about love nowadays. Especially when you're locked up in your room, rarely going out. You only get out once or twice in a week. One is for working from the office and the other was when you do the groceries. Or when the lockdown is eventually get ease, you watched movies or sipping coffee in a cafe then continue by eating ramen in a Japanese restaurant to satisfy your craving.
Really, you don't meet anyone new. Just you and your next door friend who live in the same building.
We started to get numb of love. It is not even the number one priority for those who work their ass off from 7 to 7 everyday. For someone who is already content with her life, having hobbies. For example taking dancing class every Tuesday or Wednesday night. Watching Youtube videos of Korean's Girl Cooking Mukbang show, Japanese Man who Lives Alone, and Keyboard channel. Not to mention the collecting K-Pop album hobbies which resulting in the hoarding of 9 unsold album from latest fansign event. And failed to talk to the person as wanted.
At this point of our life, we started thinking about having kids and a family. Do our life incomplete if we don't have those? We still have our sister, brother, Mom, and Dad. Does that enough? Or do we want to establish our own small family? Where we act as the parents who provide comfort and prepare privilege for our child? But how would our child in a world like this? The world is getting rotten everyday. The climate change, the natural resources. What can we left for our kids as a legacy? How would they live in this Earth if we die later before the world is getting worse and worse each day?
I do feel numb after failing countless of hopeless romantic story. Probably it's just me and my weird behaviour? Or maybe I didn't meet the exact and right person to be with?
But what did those all mean? It meant nothing.
We don't know what the future hold. We never know what is unrevealed before our eyes. I started to feel the world is just an image, a decoy where we fed our ego and insanity just to proclaim we are successful when we actually not stopping on what we already have and take a time to be grateful for every grain of rice we consume.
Maybe it's just me who randomly write this with no intention of ending it. Or maybe I'll be here later or never be here again anymore in the future then left the story hanging. Everyone has their story and I am not the one who possess the capacity of telling it in written form with dialogue, descriptive narrative situation, strong character, etc. This is just the way I tell story. This is just the way I communicate what's going on in my head so I will be able to sleep peacefully tonight. You must have a lot of things going on in your mind too. So, why don't we start?
