Why one should lunch date with me.

Why one should lunch date with me.

I guess, when the universe was being created, when time started to travel forward, questions and mysteries just filled up the empty spaces. It was a riddle of paradoxes that mothered life, we live not to find the final answers, but to pass the book so they could read it with others.

The book, the book of life. Written in many chapters by humankind.

I don’t have it, but i’ve read it before. Read it when i i first rode a bicycle, and quickly moved to chapter 2 when i first fell from the bicycle. I read it in chapter 3, when i studied my parents religion and i read it in the glossary about the other religions.

I’ve seen people writing its chapters, their favorites were mostly ones that filled with laughter. Ones that filled with sensations. Ones that were worth to mention.

I don’t have the book, i laugh with The Simpsons and i cry with The Fountain. I dance with Radiohead and i rest with monetized dreams. I talk to televisions and i like cats.

The truth is not hidden, the ugliness isn’t guarded. You’d see me eating messily and you’d pity me mercifully because no one has ever said i don’t have a sweet smile. No one has ever said i’m cute neither have they said i’m good looking.

I am a mortal soul, not a charming warrior. I save no one’s lives, yet i am not a bad person either. The name is Firdauz, currently an ordinary designer slash a marxist web developer slash a radical music composer, who, at one time, was once a lover. My hands are not empty although my chest is, yes a little bit droughty.

The book i’ve read, the many mistakes i’ve done, the placebo that momentarily fixed my weeks but swallowed my years.

Happiness is when i dance terribly and when i sing shamefully wrong.

They say, when the universe was first created, when particles condensed into matters, when days collected minutes, we all came from the same fireball. The panic, the vomit of a cooled down cosmological war.

The book of life says, you’re a part of me. But does it say of how epic, how dangerously realistic the missing parts of you can be found in a clumsy lunch with an independent spirit?

That, you gotta find out yourself.

=)