Lately, I’ve been reading so many books and articles, or people who gives me advice of the distant future. What do you see yourself in 5 years, the key to success, or how to arrange financial plan.
You know all these things made me freak out that one day I will lose all those, and cry to my lungs.
So I write.
I left the signature. So when one day someone told me that I’ve been changed, I will ask the past and whisper to the future. Hopefully, feeling better.
But we sat here. Talking like we used to be, side by side, by the side of the road. Dreaming, waiting the rain to stop pouring and wish it never stops. Nothing’s changed. So the dreams remains, and pain slowly faded. We’re not the one who decides, we’re just arranging timeline, dreaming about goals, and still wishing to fly.
PS: And unfortunately Indonesia lost to Denmark on semifinal of Sudirman Cup last night.
