Saturday, April 04, 2009, 12:48 AM
Just now, my best friend told me that she let out a cough during a play right before the audience clapped. So the whole auditorium was silent and as they were getting ready to applause, a cough can be heard. Her friends were obviously aware of that and indeed, what a "moment" for them. Surely, it might be awkward but should they meet up ten or twenty years down the road, they will mention and laugh about it together. Such moments, whether it's embarrassing or stupid, they are simply just memories. Memories that can bring a couple of people together and reminisce about it ten years down the road. Memories that can bring a laughter out of yourself when you think about it. Memories....that can put a smile on your face and say, "I miss the times we had. How I wish it could all happen again."
As I continue to type this entry, a scene of Friends came to my mind. The scene from the series finale, where they had their stuffs packed in boxes as they hugged and from there, they went on their separate ways. I suppose memories are always being kept in boxes, just like how most people keep their precious stuffs in it. Once in a while, they would open it up, look through and reminisce about the good old times. Nothing can change those but as you compare then and now, things might not be the same already. People are slowly drifting away from one another, they don't communicate anymore, they just simply....move on. Move on, forget about it and until one fine day, you started to remember and you regret, is that what we want it to happen to us? I guess we just all need to be consistent. It's not hard, it's not.
And I hope that applies to me. It wouldn't kill me. It'll make me happier.
But I guess happy isn't the word to describe me now. Gandhi and Martin Luther King Jr. were normal and yet people proclaimed them as extraordinary. But still, they insisted that they are just like most of us, normal.