Moody Weekend

I think it's kind of brave for all of us to choose to live the way we do. Knowing that we all cease to exist one day. All for one word: happiness. Most people would relate happiness to being successful, as having certain social status, a fat paycheck, the finances to change car once in a while and a wife and children living in a condominium, or better, a private property.

I choose none of these; I just want to be myself. So the comparison is glaring when a bunch of guys come together for catching up. I certainly felt the jealousy flashing in Ray when a lad previously from our circle, was painted by him as undeservedly successful, or just plain lucky. "That ass-kissing bastard!", he denounced; a sordid, cheap shot I thought. No matter how our relation has worsened, and for whatever reason, as he is no longer in our lives - he just happens to work in Ray's office - why bother with enmity?

Sometimes, I believe that I am running away: from this life, from happiness, but mainly from myself.

So the passion tea at Vivo's Coffee Club isn't that special after all. The movie we watched, Red Cliff, was excellent, spectacular story-telling. But my so-called brother was rather below par. Though, I know that I myself don't make much good company either.