when will they ever learn
we were sixteen.
young, carefree and eager to be out on our own.
the whole group of us had decided to watch a movie.
then trooped down to the beach.
bicycles, chats, salty sea air, games in a circle.
even the 100% computer-animated Toy Story was no match for the view of the setting sun.
we wandered further from the group.
'what do you want to do next time?'
'don't know'
'an architect'
'then i'll also be an architect...'
it had been a warm day.
the magnificence of the clouds and the golden rays made the silence a comfortable one.
today, the other one has become an architect.
and i am still admiring sunsets.
young, carefree and eager to be out on our own.
the whole group of us had decided to watch a movie.
then trooped down to the beach.
bicycles, chats, salty sea air, games in a circle.
even the 100% computer-animated Toy Story was no match for the view of the setting sun.
we wandered further from the group.
'what do you want to do next time?'
'don't know'
'an architect'
'then i'll also be an architect...'
it had been a warm day.
the magnificence of the clouds and the golden rays made the silence a comfortable one.
today, the other one has become an architect.
and i am still admiring sunsets.
posted by limegreenspyda at 1:46:00 pm
7 Comments:
The 'what do you want to do next time?' question is one that I am still unable to answer. Sigh. So...hmm...point...yay for sunsets? :P
We were 16,
lived life in a big blur mess.
We were at a playground playing catching.
I bound my eyes and grope,
they were supposed to lead the blind.
In the end they laughed too much,
and i bounced off the lamp post with a thud.
We even wrote in each other's autograph books,
that our favourite hobby was drinking plain water.
Such a normal, mundane activity,
seemed incredulous to us now.
Now that we are much older
and forget our follies sometimes.
All we have to do is to bring out our memories,
and be glad that we were young and silly before,
and we are allowed to err still.
We dont have to be perfect.
Hahaha, my rendition.
gutter: a magic moment is a powerful one. amazing how they are an everyday gift to us! and sometimes we fail to acknowledge it too...
maoie: apparently i read somewhere that a harvard study shows that the 3% who have a 10yr plan during their school time are usually still the richer 3% after some years in the workforce. good for them la! ptooi! :) me is the very sour grapes.
twit: i remember we used to play blind man's bluff in the crammed space of our tiny school van!! we'd knock into things and make too much noise. and i hated drinking plain water when i was young! haha! memories of mundane things make for some of the most powerful ones!
I love sunsets. It could be a better profession than an architect. haha.... at least you're enjoying life..not saying that architects don't.
well, i feel that you enjoy the simple things in life and what job to do... how much money you earn is not that important. Instead, you just love things to be simple. i guess?
anna: haha... we can both go and be professional sunset-watchers, then! no, architects have NO time for sunsets. they are essentially vampires who get their work done at night! heh!
anonynous: yeah, i'll agree with you there... though it is easy to enjoy the simple things, sometimes it is easier still to let other more complicated matters cloud your enjoyment of them.
I still don't know what I wanna be when I grow up, but there is some value in being the one admiring the sunsets.
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