Blue Zen

All my friends are three years away.

There is no ambient light in the space.

Those video diaries with few views on people's youtube channel are the modern variation of cave handprints.

To leave the earth on a belief / to be suspending in air, thrusting with the speed of sound / away from everyone you loved / everyone you will ever love / away with hope you will come back sound and safe / for the love of humanity / for the love of exploration / to believe we are made to travel among stars / to have the courage to scratch the surface of infinity / to stare at the abyss and not let it swallow you / You will be remembered by everyone / not because you soared through the skies heavens to reveal the worlds beyond it / not because you found fragility in human existence / not because you made us realize how wonderful we are to even attempt to understand the cosmos / but for you had the courage to do so / because you took the chance / to find us living vicariously through you / to find remanence of your courage eons later on each flag on every planet / on every moon / on every celestial body / on every human endeavor / I thank you for that.

Beehives Camera Flares Saturn's North Pole Turtle's Shell Snow Flakes Pineapple BumbleBees Eyes

It felt like End of the world back then.

Language barrier is a real thing.

It is okay to not know.

I've got some deep-seated issues in me that needs work. I will push through. I promise.

Everything we do, every little action, inaction, movement, dance, singing, playing, cooking, smiling at everything is ritual we follow. Traditions passed down to us, not just as a wisdom, not just as an act of responsibility but a reminder. We are beings who are coded to perform repetitive behaviors, we are collective consciousness streaming our way to future. Every song you hmm, the way you hold your spoon, your pencils, your memories, my hand, my eyes on you, the way you create thought lines, you creates images in your mind to remember names, the way you justify your love for unlovable things, your love for me. It is a knowledge embodying each of us, one generation at time. Sailing through time to oblivion. But I can not be more happier, becoz I got you.

A hotelmaid in seattle business area knows which country is most untidy / A bus driver knows more intuitively about center of inertia than people who teach it / A monkey at a pilgrim knows what barter system is / knows how to run the system too / I too know few things myself / I hope I get to learn more