"Don't jinx it" pretty much sums up my pre-bed time, after watching On Call 36 Hours. Guess this is how "eat back the words" is used - "still-can-manage-not-to-cry". And the "Jinxed IT" has decided to bring it on, and the cry throughout an hour :P
All major life transitions imprint themselves on us, but I guess death, brands itself on us the deepest, the hardest.
Back to earlier, in the day. Was reflecting on how things changed.
*Lying beside, the smooth rising of chest, rhythmic breath. He/ She could be a lover whom went through thick and thin with; could be a murderer who slashed hearts open, watching the oozing, and overflowing of whatever that bonded two individuals together with cold eyes.
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Was having a metaphor of likening life to game: One is either a Competitor, sees every walking being, alive, as saber-tooth tiger; A Gamer, who simply enjoys the game of life; and the Game Developer, who enjoys and helps others enjoy their lives.
I questioned myself, which one I am now, and I am willing to be.
Still, very minute and (*in the end you realize it is trivial) matter would overturn the world, creating different narratives, and one has trouble accepting that the story is unfolding. It could KO life, it could be a turning point.
Wish to say, I believe, that Love will find a way :)
