I've lived and passed all those years, at least for the most recent four years to again give a conclusion that there's nothing really important, in this world. Or that, things are ephemeral.
Once in a while it struck me that the world has produced more than what it needs. Some of my fellow friends have the 'luxury' problems, that they get bored. And so am I, sometimes. We all live in the world with more material than needed. Like Barcadi, they don't sell a drink, they sell 'a style of life'. Why do we need that, really? And if I'm too communist, I shouldn't study marketing, all those customers' want, branding,...
I remember the day when I saw on TV a Japanese soldier holding a baby. He smiled and the baby was happily, peacefully sleeping in his arms. I moved to tear. I didn't know why. I didn't understand how I could come to such a 'weak' state. I couldn't restraint myself when seeing the tsunami, seeing ppl drown away in the excessive horrible water. Why do people need to earn so much money, to fight against each other, to bring misery to the world and make each other happy while it's difficult to control their own lives? That one day, everything is blown away. Only human and humanity can build everything over and only humanity is what remains, against fierce nature.
random walk during my journey
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