35 Chapter Seven || Byarnon (2/2)
- a state of mind in which someone is or seems to be unaware of their immediate surroundings
- a cherished aspiration, ambition, or ideal
- an unrealistic or self-deluding fantasy
- a person or thing perceived as wonderful or perfect
I had just missed the bus after class to catch the earliest train home. So in choosing to walk, I had to take a slight detour halfway through my usual route because of a new building being constructed. I only needed to cross over the four lanes to the other side and then return over again to reach the station.
I arrived at the block of the building being constructed. A few meters before the crosswalk, metal side bars with lumber planks as roofing provided a somewhat sheltered walkway. Instead of walking through it, I walked on top of the sidewalk curb around it to the crosswalk.
It was a red light, and I waited for it to turn green or for a good break in the passing cars. I was a bit worried that I'd get splashed by standing too close to the road, so I took a step back and stuck my head out to watch the traffic.
The walking light was still red, but the next wave of cars were stopped at an earlier traffic light. The opposite side was clear too, so I scurried across the lanes before more cars arrived. I knew I would make it, but I still breathed an inward sigh of relief when I reached the other side.
Although I had seen the other side of the street every day, the unfamiliar walk was a little thrilling, like I was exploring a new part of the city. I reveled in the fresh perspective and soon reached the end of the block. The walking light was red, and the cars kept coming this time.
Dreams of the imagination are quite rare. Even if the dream becomes reality, the reality never quite matches the imagination.
Between wishes and dreams coming true, which would you choose? Wishes of fame, fortune, love…
Dreams often encompass wishes. Together, wishes create the dream of a better reality, better future.
However, my dream does not hold any wishes, for this world could never grant them. Thus, I dream of another world.
Falling apart.
Coming together.
A violent ordeal.
A natural process.
From one world to another, you cease to exist, then begin to exist.
Is this rebirth? A restart?
No.
It's simply the beginning of my living.
... I guess I should say that line about dreams coming true from some princess movie, but I won't. ...Because I never wished for this, I only wanted to live.
I love rainy days.
Even though it was late at night, and I was walking to the train station from campus, the sudden spring rain didn't bother me under my black and white umbrella.
Despite the glares of the vehicles and downtown lights bouncing off the rain and slick streets, and the whizzing and honking of passing and distant traffic, whenever it rained, it felt like the world became still. I could only hear the sound of the rain pattering, echoing as it spilled onto surfaces. All other sounds were thrums in a far off distance, and the sounds I made seem to be amplified.