week 18



Ah, the smell of tea eggs. There are all kinds of products in the store: from vitamin supplements to light snacks to a wide variety of drinks (mostly sweetened). Realizing that I am scanning the isles for too long, I grab a package of my favorite chocolate cookies with almond chips and go to the cashier.

Morning sun shines through the glass window; so annoying, yet hopeful. Hiding behind a wall at a table in the corner, I start to contemplate an argument I just had.

When a person makes all the choices with his ego, so much so that he can’t admit his own faults, I can’t help it but end up wanting nothing to do with him.

As the glass sliding door opens and closes along with the store chime, people dressed for work rush into the store and leave with coffees. Open, and close. Open, and close. Open, and close. Infinitely.

I will grow old, just like everybody else. Somewhere along the way, we might regret the mistakes we’ve made as we all have our own blind-spots. In the end, it’s always the choices you make that build your own world, or your own wall.

Or should I feel sorry for him?

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