in search of the truth

Remember the times in primary school? Social connections were formed and broken with such ease back then.

"I don't friend you."
"I friend you!"

We were blunt. And very straightfoward. There wasn't a spectrum, only two discrete colours named black and white.

Looking back, I suddenly appreciate how direct we were to each other in the past. Now that we're young adults, we've come to understand social mores, and we've accepted them. Yes, they are a way of life. But I hate some of these unspoken rules. I hate how we sometimes compel ourselves and pretend to be friendly; how some are willing to change their behaviour simply to fit into a group, and how others... forcefully forge friendships to up their popularity index.


Spending time with Shijia on Good Friday, studying and chatting with Nina, talking to my close friends...

These quality moments remind me that apart from our families, there do exist people whom we can be absolutely honest with. They are the true friends we can trust for the rest of our time on this bluish-green sphere. Mortal angels who lift our spirits from the seemingly inescapable depths of depression.

All of you have brought shame upon the shallow minded, and shone light upon the world.
Your light made everything as simple as they could get, but not any simpler. You showed me what truth really means.

(hmm, my blog's poster boy would've liked you.)
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Okay. End of post, end of escapism... But before I end,

Thank you for your honesty.