Just a little something I wrote when i was thinking about something... nothing.
It was a cool autumn evening and a gentle breeze was blowing from the South to the North, carrying yellowish fallen leaves with them along their path. Having anticipated this weather, she wore an extra layer of shirt and a windbreaker, just to be safe. She took a step out of the house and surveyed the environment that she saw before her. She took in a deep breath, inhaling the cool autumn air, took another step forward and then strolled down the pathway. With each step forward she took, she would inevitably kick up some leaves which will float in the air for just a short moment before falling back to the ground. She could still remember that playing with the fallen leaves was her favourite pastime during her childhood days. How she wish she could do the same now, but she would most probably attract the attention of many passer-bys who will stare at her in bemusement as it was rare that people of her age still did such juvenile acts.
The world is cruel. You are not free to do what you desire. You are restricted to what the society expects of you. Stereotype characters we all are. If you are in your thirties and caught playing with leaves, people will gossip. People will make fun of you. People are too used to seeing what they do not see that when they spot something that is uncommon, not wrong but uncommon, they will straightaway judge you by that single act. Playing with leaves when you are in your thirties. People will call you juvenile, mad, weird when your intention was just to have some fun.
‘ Bump!’
“ Watch where you’re going!” the man bellowed and glanced at her with accusing eyes.
“ I’m so sorry” she replied.Without saying another word, the man walked past her and continued down the street.
She was so lost in her deep thoughts that she was totally oblivious to her surroundings.
“Can’t people be a little bit more understanding and forgiving?” she muttered to herself.
They can’t.
Ahead of her, she could see the town buildings coming into view. Behind these buildings was the setting sun, looming just slightly above the horizon, casting the last few moments of shadows on the buildings before it retires off for the night.
She quickened her pace, afraid that it might turn dark before she even reaches the town.
It was a cool autumn evening and a gentle breeze was blowing from the South to the North, carrying yellowish fallen leaves with them along their path. Having anticipated this weather, she wore an extra layer of shirt and a windbreaker, just to be safe. She took a step out of the house and surveyed the environment that she saw before her. She took in a deep breath, inhaling the cool autumn air, took another step forward and then strolled down the pathway. With each step forward she took, she would inevitably kick up some leaves which will float in the air for just a short moment before falling back to the ground. She could still remember that playing with the fallen leaves was her favourite pastime during her childhood days. How she wish she could do the same now, but she would most probably attract the attention of many passer-bys who will stare at her in bemusement as it was rare that people of her age still did such juvenile acts.
The world is cruel. You are not free to do what you desire. You are restricted to what the society expects of you. Stereotype characters we all are. If you are in your thirties and caught playing with leaves, people will gossip. People will make fun of you. People are too used to seeing what they do not see that when they spot something that is uncommon, not wrong but uncommon, they will straightaway judge you by that single act. Playing with leaves when you are in your thirties. People will call you juvenile, mad, weird when your intention was just to have some fun.
‘ Bump!’
“ Watch where you’re going!” the man bellowed and glanced at her with accusing eyes.
“ I’m so sorry” she replied.Without saying another word, the man walked past her and continued down the street.
She was so lost in her deep thoughts that she was totally oblivious to her surroundings.
“Can’t people be a little bit more understanding and forgiving?” she muttered to herself.
They can’t.
Ahead of her, she could see the town buildings coming into view. Behind these buildings was the setting sun, looming just slightly above the horizon, casting the last few moments of shadows on the buildings before it retires off for the night.
She quickened her pace, afraid that it might turn dark before she even reaches the town.
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