Cocoon

“What’s up with th E.?” asked Johnny.
“The same old problem,” replied Tomas.
“I thought he had got over with it. It’s been over three years….”
“Yeah, I know. There is on cure but himself. We can’t help much if he doesn’t want to walk out the shell,” sighed helplessly Tomas.

Sometimes we are stuck in our own cocoon and think there is no way out, no future, and the world must have forsaken us. Surprisingly, if one looks around or takes a deep breath or just forgets about oneself for a moment, there is usually some hidden beauty of oasis in the seemingly arid desert…

Snow Patrol has a new album. I like the song played by the MTV, “Eyes on”. I’m going to buy their CD on Friday. Well, that is if I’m lucky to get one.

One student told me she had a severe retinal problem, worse than ordinary floaters, a kind of detachment. She almost lost her eyesight when studying in high school. That struck me a bit although I know how volatile life can be at times and the morbid destiny can cast its spell on us any moment… I still felt shocked. I guess everyone has his or her untold story. It’s not just: Everyone has a dirty laundry. I shall say everyone has an unveiled sorrowful episode. The question is: Do we care to share it with others? Do others want to listen to us? What difference does it make when telling our stories or perhaps they are just too bland to the listeners?

Cocoon might be rotten after days or years; but if we don’t break it ourselves, we might’ve died long before it gets eaten away naturally. Therefore, help yourself and don’t expect highly from others because they could let you down very easily…