Life is What it is

Bang Chan

"I am WHO
I am WHAT
What's the reason for my real existence
Don't know why
Don't know why
Question, question"

Chan wondered around the place. Hands in his pocket. Nothing on him. No phone, no jacket. Just him. His heart and his soul. He went out for a walk. A walk to clear his mind. A walk that could probably make everything make sense. To help him understand and to help him breathe.

He didn't know where he was going. He just walked. He let his legs lead him. His mind zoned out as he roamed his way through the night.

There was a soft breeze that hit his face in the night. It sounded like distanct whispers. Almost as it had a secret to tell him. It made him relax a little bit. The tension that were building up on his shoulders finally being washed away with the wind.

Eventually, he ended up in the middle of a small town with lots of street performances. Lost in his thought, he didn't even realize that he took a bus to get here. He really was lost in thought.

He was about to turn around, but a performer caught his interest. Next to the performer was a sign that wrote, 'Self-composed. Feel free to help critique.'

Chan made his way over to the performer who was surronded in a little group. He listened to the person strum their guitar as they sang. The melody reaching the tips of ears like a whisper. He didn't realize it but he had stood there listening to this street performing for the last three songs.

Each songs were soft but, powerful in a way. Before he knew it, his mouth open and he said, "That was amazing. But I know something that can help you make it even better." The performer immediately let Chan teach him a few techniques. And Chan also received some advice from the performer as well.

By the end of the night, Chan found the answers to his questions and he couldn't stop grinning.