UltraCrepidate

Everyday, when I walk home from the subway station, I’d see this little white dog lying on the ground. Its nose resting on its front paws. It’d stare blankly at the ground without moving. It has accepted the death that is coming and is now waiting for it. It lays in front of its owner’s shop, still loyal, even after being abandoned. I see no kids playing with it, nor do I see the owner talking to it or caressing it. There is no sympathy from anyway towards it. So I stopped my footstep and stood there. It raised its head to look back.

At that moment, our souls touched. We understood each other. In his eyes I saw, the center of his life. The life force that makes him happy. The companion he is with, as if being together is the meaning of life. But that has passed and now there’s just him. He understands that the past can never come back. He’s life and purpose has been served. Now, he’s just left over, a toy that once gave his companion the meaning of life…

We exchanged that stare, but now what should I do next?

To be continued…

Another chapter started. I’ve… stopped thinking. Yes, no more deep thoughts. No more philosophical debates with my own egos, just plain living life.

Oh yeah, I am also alone now. Meaning no one I can talk to in person that’ll make me feel “Wow, that was a nice conversation” in the end. Orgasm of thoughts you might say.

But I found out also, that I see little small constants. I stopped trying to make things happen and just let them happen. I notices them and I like noticing them. I have a nice schedule now and same as everyone else I came in contact with.

Next update I will talk about this small white dog. I hope someone will enjoy the story.

Slowly but surely, i felt the wound closing in my heart. But the dagger is still lodged in it. Along with the healing wound, the door to my heart closes upon itself. It is a good time to be alone.