Other than myself, Melon Town, I recently got to meet up with other wanderers of the forest. They somehow reminded me of the melancholia that lingers and plauges every single soul in this horrid place. That somehow brought some of the old stuff back within...
A couple of days ago I had a little debate with one of my old friend. She was very angry, extremely fumed by the fact that someone she knew actually compared gays to women. If I heard her correct, this person claimed that if women could have their rights, gays should too...and so on... Besides the point, I was pretty upset with that insensitive statment; not only it was blunt and insenstive at best; at worst, he was being very sexist and undermined women's authority with that comparison. He sure had little respect for women, if any.
But what's more important is that the little debate brought up something pretty important, though it's so cliché it hardly has any significance anymore - that no two persons see the same thing; to add, even seeing the exact thing results in different perceptions...
Far too often, perhaps so often that we don't realize or overlook this reality, we have fights, arguments, misunderstandings...even potentially lasting friendships can be ruined by these. And this, especially at this juncture of my life, I can't help but worry that...even with this understanding...can such differences be peacefully or even lovingly reconciled?
From the hilltop and looking down, with my eyes rested on Melon Town...I wonder how life is there right now? This time is probably the time my childhood dream would finally come true. Taking a deep breath, I made the decision give this my best shot and I'll throw all what I've got to give. From my little corner on the hilltop, I started packing and said, "...that's where my heart is going be..." and left...
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