The things we take for granted

I think I've been rushing too much in life, to the things that seem so near, yet always just out of my grasp.

And along the way, I've forgotten for a moment just how beautiful the things in life are.

Just yesterday night, I was sitting in my friend's car with the window car, and the wind rushing by...I felt peace.

I've been blinded by too many things lately. In that mad rush to be liked, to be the top, ... to leave lasting impressions on the people I know.

I've grown to really love the sky. It's strange really. We're too busy looking forward, that we never really do look up do we? I love the clouds, the vast expanse of blue and white...or the red and yellow streak across the horizon as the sun goes down....or the rare purple-orange in that zone between day and night.....or the dark sky, the only illumination coming from the moon. It's all I do nowadays when I feel crappy...there's something incredibly beautiful and calming about the clouds and the sky. In fact, one of the most vivid memories I have is one where I was at my favourite spot with a friend (A really nice high circular spot on the top of a semi-hill, with the city laid bare in front of you). It was sunset then, and the sky was painted orange and yellow. There was this cloud, shaped like..well, a hand. It seemed as if it was grasping out at something... It was then that I realized what a fool I had always been.

Like I said, the things we take for granted.

Lying down on a field of grass , watching the clouds pass by.

Sitting in a car with friends, the wind whipping past your hair.

Hanging around in a mamak, talking and laughing the night away.

Music blaring in my headphones as I lay in my bed, staring up into the ceiling before I sleep.

Cycling on a hot afternoon, with the scenery passing by in a blur, and the silence of the road without its usual accompaniment of cars.

My outlook on life has really changed after watching H&C. I personally no longer care whether this is called being emoing, or being sentimental, or what ever label you want to put on this.

What I do know, is that I feel incredibly happy when I do , and reminiscence about these things.

People say anime isin't real, and that its childish. But for it to have such a big impact on my life (at least H&C), and to change the way I think, its real...more real than the man on the street I pass by without even sparing a glance.

*Yes, this is another attempt at making me appear to be deep, and thoughtful. Or to live up to my label of emo fag. Either one.

Now I am become deep and sentimental. ph33r me. Pft.

Ciao bitches.