the Insane Trip

Of Rivers and Thoughts

The breeze was wonderful as I laid down on the green hammock. It rocked me gently as I listened to the chants from a nearby temple.

Sakie and his friend was a few feet below me by the river bank, fishing. As I laid there under the shade of trees, while the whole world around me was bathed in golden light, I thought to myself: If I die right at this moment, I’ll die a happy woman.


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I am not too young to understand. If only Kevin knows how pessimistic I am. They say pessimists prefer to view themselves as realists; I am quite a realist. The only thing that separates me from being dead is that I keep striving to dream when I can. I try to feel, and believe in my feelings. I try to, because I can’t bear to be the living dead.

They are at a stage where they’re living the consequences of their decisions made years ago. They now live simply and I’m envious. They are happy and I’m envious. I’m at a stage where I have to decide. Does it worry me? Tremendously.

Reach a point in your life where you decide that you don’t have anything that could shake you, and then you’ll live peacefully. Live with what makes your heart comfortable, he said.

That came from Kevin the mad man.

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