A little drowsy.
Like the girl at the end of the movie.
Nothing major happened that day, but I always felt that something had happened.
It's actually tomorrow and it's 1:05am and I can't remember what happened in the past day.
Also I can't remember what happened the day before and the day before.
They are all empty and empty, just passing by.
I remember I used to swim.
25 meters from one end of the pool to the other. I can swim two round trips, 100 meters, without stopping.
Then stand there in a daze, continue two back and forth, 100 meters.
After half an hour, I left the water.
If there's something to jot down for the day and let the world know, maybe it's the swimming pool.
Later I read French books.
Pick it up, as you have done many times before, turn to the page you stopped long ago, and read on.
Trying to remember falling in love is tomber amoureux and a wedding dress is une robe de marie.
I patiently finished a page of practice questions. But he forgot to check the answer, so he put the book aside.
I think I'll always keep on learning, tomorrow, or at some point I don't know when.
Then, I started writing.
Fill the pen with carbon ink and write in the red grid against the copybook.
Still still can't master the structure of the frame, write the female characters and beside the ear knife.
I finish a page and don't know when the next page will start.
I have no pressing desire to reach a certain destination, everything is ambiguous.
It's just that the day is long and I have to divide it into tiny portions to fill it up. Fill this long time
with daze, shopping, swimming, eating, sleeping, walking, writing, watching movies, talking on the phone, playing games, studying...
One day of floating life, as usual, like me, yesterday and today are no different. I've always felt that way.
But I forgot to look at other lives.
Not necessarily a Javanese, or a Muslim. Even if it's just the life of the next door neighbor.
This minute I wasted doing nothing, he may be making handmade leather goods, and she may be feeling the fetal movement.
He rides to a new city, or maybe someone just shaves their beard for the first time.
One day when we do nothing as if nothing happened, in other parts of the world, something is actually happening all the time.
When these simultaneous events are filmed, edited, and put together in a 90-minute documentary,
it becomes a whole life.
We watched as people get up early in the morning, eat, go out to work, work, fly high, and dive to the bottom of the ocean.
And birth, old age, sickness, and death.
In an instant, it is vicissitudes of life.
Every minute has countless interpretations of life. Every day is a wonderful thing that won't repeat.
Even now, in this short moment in your life, there is nothing special.
But tomorrow, the day after, and many days to come, you still have a chance to make it different.
As long as there is hope in the heart.
It's like one day, I finally write a good hand. Speak fluent French. And patiently wrote all the stories.
Like, finally traveled the world. Put footprints in the places you dream of.
Or love someone, make a day come alive and life begins to be complete.
All the secrets are in time.
Before I fell asleep, someone just opened his eyes and his day was about to begin.
One day, the gears turn.
Something must happen that will be the most special mark of that day.
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