"They thrive on thrill; adrenaline and danger runs through their veins the same way they race through the streets to win."
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"Is that how you like living? Speeding away as the people around you become a blur...
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Whenever people spoke about times in their life when they were happy, they always spoke of it as if they could pick only one particular part of their life. They spoke as if there was one defining turn in their life from where everything went downhill. It was either, 'I was happy before my mother died' or 'I was happiest with my beloved' or 'I was happiest in my hometown' as if happiness could be labelled and stamped to that phase of their life and everything else could never compare.
And maybe that was true for most people, for them to believe live and love through an episode of their life where the rest of the episodes didn't even compete.
Sarang, however, believed in moments.
She believed happiness came in those fleeting seconds of your life where everything, in that moment is perfect, and you're the happiest you have ever been. She couldn't ever pinpoint a particular phase in her life where she was the happiest but she could always go back to the small moments where happiness encapsulated her in a bubble that had no limits; she could fill that bubble with all the happiness of that moment and it would never burst.
Sarang always found herself happiest in moments. When she was walking in the street with her favourite ice cream cone, listening to the perfect song and watching a sunset with the world quiet around her; that was a quiet type of happy.
Then she found herself happiest when she was at a party with Jia dancing to her favourite song knowing tomorrow is a day off from classes and assignments and quizzes and she has nothing to worry about. She's screaming and dancing along to the music with her mind filled with happiness, granted a lot of it could be from the alcohol; a loud type of happy.
Then in the corners of the mind, where dust had gathered, she remembered moments of happiness. Her walking to the park with one of her tiny hand in her fathers and the other in her mothers, her brother stomping and counting his steps as her father promised to push her on the swings; a wholesome kind of happy.
She found it unfair when people designated happiness to a phase of when such tiny moments filled with so much happiness existed in their minds, something that defined the person to this day.
And Sarang always believed she would have more of these; where she would be getting ready for her graduation with Jia knowing that a gown would drape over her soon, or when she would meet someone that would set fire to her skin and heart, or when she would find something that made her heart race with the adrenaline she was always chasing, adrenaline so addicting she would feel like she's flying. Sarang truly did believe she would feel all of these things.
But for now, she was hungry. Her eyes zone back in to the class, her professor is droning on and on about the philosophies of self. He's somewhere in his forties, dark hair stringed with white and slicked back from his forehead. Sarang always found him attractive, his physique near to perfect with broad shoulders and long legs. The advantage of having an attractive teacher was that it was a motivation to come to class, the obvious disadvantage was that it was hard to pay attention.
