The train has been my favorite mode of transportation going to the office, since it’s a lot cheaper than taking a cab and I could see different people in all walks of life with different stories to tell. I usually commute alone with my earphones glued on as I listen to my On-the-Go tracks. I have no choice but to listen and contemplate as I look at people, wondering what stories they got to tell.
So there, I saw this homosexual person imitating Gokuu’s hairstyle. I got to see this middle-aged lady offered her seat to the elderly. I saw this young girl tugging her mom’s shirt as if she’s asking for something. And it dawned me how these stories, though strung inside my head, pique my interest greatly.
Sometimes I wistfully wonder at people who think there’s nothing that life could offer. I’d rather feel pity at people who can hardly quench their thirst for greed. As sappy and biblical as it sounds, but, our lives are borrowed and temporal; we should be making the most of it in each and every second that we breathe. We should appreciate and enjoy living.
As you look closely at your own story, there are certain moments that make you question yourself–Is this the best it gets?
So here’s a song from Budapest. 
It’s a very nice song, and it’s something to live by.
Before I’m laid to rest?
When I am through the gates,
With old acquaintances,
embroidering the truth.
Will stories be from pre-today
or from an archive yet to make?
Is this the best it gets?
How do I know?
The best that it gets?
How do I know?
Disappointed, disillusioned, re-affirm my view,
We’ve all a story to sell,
We’ve all a lie that we tell,
And it goes on and on, and on and on.
Is this the best it gets?
Could be surprises yet.
When I become the subject of ancestors,
Faded photograph, no name,
A beacon or a burden,
Guiding light, helpful or plain insane.
Is this the best it gets?
How do I know?
The best that it gets?
How do I know?
Disappointed, disillusioned, re-affirm my view,
We’ve all a story to sell,
We’ve all a lie that we tell,
And it goes on and on, and on and on..
Oh, disappointed, disillusioned, re-affirm my view,
We’ve all a story to sell,
We’ve all a lie that we tell,
And it goes on and on, and on and on and on and…
(Disappointed, disillusioned),
and on, and on, and on,
(Disappointed, disillusioned),
and on.
Tags: emo, Personal Moods