the next door.

i know of this boy who writes very well. he writes in cantonese. and every time he updates a new "Note" on facebook, i'd drop everything to read it. it just goes to show, that it isn't wrong to be philosophical, or to be a dreamer. his notes are seldom understood by his friends (judging from the comments), but for me, i appreciate the depth of thought and the emotion behind every sentence.
some people used to point out that i "think too much", so i gradually stopped expressing my thoughts, but who's to say i stopped thinking. perhaps i was eschewed from sharing them. i was naive enough to think that i should hide some parts of who i am, because i imagined that some people would react by smirking at my vulnerability.
but now i see, there are people like me who are absolutely intrigued by that boy on facebook, eventhough i don't know him personally. so who's to say there aren't people who would appreciate me exactly the way i am too?

let me share with you a short story:

A man had a cat and a dog. The man looked after his pets well, and fed them every day. One day, as the man was preparing them food, the dog looked up to his owner and thought, "this man loves me, he feeds me every day, and expects nothing in return. He must be god-like." The cat, on the other hand, glanced at his owner slyly and thought, "My owner feeds me everything and serves me so well. It must be cos i'm god-like."