Lying On A Pedestral Of Human Hands
Everyone needs a core group of friends. No matter how bad and how not belonged you feel outside, you will always know there is this bunch of people you can count on, that got your back, no matter how tough it becomes. When Jon said that yesterday, over cups of coffee with Dan, Jem and I, it got me thinking.
The orange lights, the satin curtains, the large forest-green comfy chairs. Over the house comes the sounds of soothing voices and soft guitar strummings. It's a lazy afternoon as we sit there, talking about everything under the sun. We watch the people walking pass, see the man-made waterfall spew it's contents over the inclined stone wall.
We joked about how crazy we were about online games when we were younger, what we wanna become when we grow up. Doctors, dentists, designers, and so many more words thrown into the pot that seem so distant, yet when we're down the road 20 years later, looking back, we'll realise how it all came within a wink. Jon wanted to set up a restaurant, and we'll collaborate on it. Work, funds, capital, organizing, planning. We want to go places; vietnam, australia, and explore the world before it hits us back with reality. Tons and tons of plans, ambitions, goals.. but when it comes down to it, who knows? Years will pass in a flash, and I hope we really do something eventful when we can have a chance at it.
Even though I don't feel belonged in church, in school, but there's always them. And that's just good enough. :]