Stand and Walk

Chill around the cafeteria at campus, watch others pouring in and out. In a glimpse, their life seems so peaceful. Perhaps. Stresses can be seen along the lines of some spent faces, joy as illuminating as neon lights from their smile, sadness so deep it drown colors from their eyes, an air of emptiness so blatant they might be lost. But whatever it is they are feeling at the moment, it didn't stop them from walking around the place. The wonders and pain, of taking another step forward.

During the better days, all you can do is cry. In a few months, you had learned to crawl. By the age of one, you are already trying to stand. What comes next is us trying to start running from a wobbly standing posture. Weak as we are before, we were still determined to achieve what we desire. Falling flat on our arses, knocking the air out of ourselves, crying out loud, returning to the start of this routinized module; we try again.

There was once when I brought great joy to myself and everyone around me; I can finally stand and run into the arms of my parents.

Now here we are, forgetting what it meant and cost ourselves just only by standing here. People around me, old and matured enough to break their parent's hearts, forgetting how we learn to stand. They are crying, endlessly, lost like a baby, refusing to stand again, waiting for others to lift them up in comfort, just like those whose very heart they've broken had did in the past. It is a sad thing to even know exists.

Never stop walking forward. Take your time. Wipe your tears. Lift your head. Grope through the dark when the light is out. You don't need a reason, nor a destination. Just walk and accept what comes in front. Then perhaps, once again, you can bring joy to this miserable world.