dear friend

reading a friend's blog entry made me realise how trivial my life has been.

he did not party alot, nor did he save the cheerleader or the world, but in my mind, he's lived an eventful life more so than anyone i've seen so far.

This friend of mine, i cant say we go way back. i chanced upon his blog many years ago, with such intriguing writing. it wasnt daily updates about what he did or who he went out with. some entries were pretty much book reviews and short quotes, but i remember reading it with much admiration for his depth of reading and thought.

As years pass, he came back from overseas and we met. and though we didnt meet up often, he's become one of the few ppl that inspires me to do better. to write as well as him, in a way that is so simple, so clear yet so poetic. he didnt need complex sentence structure, nor fanatstic vocabulary, but it was all there. what he needed to convey, it was all there with such fluidity. i was inspired to read as many books as him, but pity it's something i've yet to achieve. and reading his summary of the year past made me realise tt wisdom and maturity didnt come easy for him, and at 22, he's led a life far more complex and difficult for perhaps anyone of us to truely comprehend.

and that questioned my existance.

i now realise that the silence between us has become something that is comfortable in itself. our train-ride home once, just listening to classical music on his ipod, was so quiet it made me awkward. but now i appreciate it. of cos he was not without his flaws. and thou it's a inevitable pity we rarely keep in touch nowadays, i'm glad that reading from afar still keeps me in perspective and inspires me. this silence still has a purpose.

if only he knew, how much i missed him.
this is the year i live better.