Strings

You, yes you, what in the world are you doing? Do you have any idea? Insecure about what others will feel when you wear that jacket that you’ve always wanted? Oh, how much you seem to care, existing on the end result of cosmic wars resulting in a habitable rock filled with enormous magma. The moment you were born, the first thing you ever saw was the doctor pulling you out, you don’t remember it, do you? Falling into the hands of your mother and father and so on, creating a bond, or a connection as a son or a daughter, Welcome to the world, hope you have a good life, a little too optimistic, aren’t we? As you age you create more bonds or connections with friends, relatives, books, your favorite headphone you’d die for, or that jacket you’d love to wear but is constantly nuked with whether you should wear it or not, falling into oblivion. What you’re doing is, attaching one end of the String to them and the other originating from yourself.

This String is the stream where feedback from both sides flows. This string can be a reason for your nihilism, flawless spoken Hiragana, or just talking shit. They’re different in nature, hypothetically speaking. Sometimes, it is bidirectional and sometimes unidirectional, yes you do affect the person you’re appreciating but you don’t affect your headphone in any way, not taking into consideration if you tore it apart. Over time, the number of Strings grows gradually. With this String that you’ve attached to someone that you love, you both cling on to it, you both hold it strong, play with it in such a majestic manner, it comes out the best art you’d ever see, you flow with it and losing your own selves in each other, quite beautiful, I’d say.

However, unforeseen events may happen which results in severing the String or breaking it, I hope the latter is not the case, that's okay, it's just a bad tide you caught yourself into. You build it back up again if both the sides do it well, what's there to lose? You end up tangled in the panic maybe trip and embarrass yourself for that one stupid move, but that's okay, what's there to lose? You get frustrated and be an arse and an insolent behavior masks your face, frustrated aren't you? You're throwing a tantrum instead of appreciating and accepting the bad tide, oh you're probably shy and insecure to tell them you had the best time of your lives a while back and you're just afraid to tell them you love them. Yes, you really do, well you end up preparing a truckload of reasons for what's there to lose.

As time passes by and you get closer to death, I really hope you get to see the loved ones before it's your time, the String starts its end moment, slowly withering along with time. It's then you're more aware of the transience of the String, perhaps by now, you've lost a couple. You lay on your deathbed thinking about the beauty of the String, the times you spent, the bad and the good. They were really lovely, right? They nurtured you, they gave you their time, you the priority and yet you were still in the dilemma of what will you lose. You say to yourself "maybe I'll do it right the next time", oh wait there's no next time, maybe I should have told them I loved them, what was there to lose? What was? Your eyes darken as you clinch to your last breath, you won't be there to take care of all of your Strings, leaving a mark on your existence. They'll remember you of the things you did, the times you had and that one jacket you were too afraid to wear. You think to yourself there really was nothing to lose, oh well I hope you remember me so do I as I've loved you.