It was Thursday night. Too quick for supper, too late for dinner. An old man slowly walked into a street vendor’s tent. His face was somehow complex, a mix between nothingness and deep sadness. The place was a bit dirty and crowded but he didn’t seem to care. He sat on the far corner chair, a cheap blue plastic chair, and ordered one fried rice with some chilly sauce, not too much but enough. He waited for his order glancing to the street out there. Fancy cars, speeding Angkot, a group of teenagers sat right in front of an alley, a street lamp flickering on and off, the government suck, the gas price is rising unreasonably, the war everywhere, corruption, oh just the usual stuff in real world. Nothing really matter to him though. He just stare at the some point of nothingness. When the fried rice was served, he took some pickles and then started to eat the rice. Slowly. Bite after bite. Sometime he stared outside again for a while. Not sure if he had some purpose in doing so. Slowly but sure he finished his meal, took a glass of hot tea and take a sip, again slowly. Minutes have passed but nothing seem to change on this old man. Slowly he reached into his pocket, pulling some money. He handle it as if it would tear apart the second it was pulled. He paid for the fried rice. Cheap but enough for the hunger. He then walked across the street, stopped for a second, thinking perhaps, and then continuing his life’s journey. Ah, maybe he was just taking a break from this crazy world. Not much, but enough.
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5 Comments
I like the post title, it’s so inspiring (hehe… you know what I mean, huh?)
We live in the world that we have to be more, more, and more. We were’nt be teached to be more less or more simple. It has caused that we only have a perception that If you want to be a winner or something like that, we’ve to be more complex. Contrary, when people says that we’re great, we have to reflect ourself that actually maybe we don’t know what the hell is going about. So fool, we are ;)
“Not much…but enough”
Ya jangan makan terlampau kenyang , karena dengan itu kamu akan lupa bagaimana rasa nya orang2 yg lapar.
Yususf A.s
salam kenal kang Eric .. :) blog kang eric di wp.com benar2 hebat … :)
Hwaduh, kang Eric? :D Sunda banget. Salam kenal juga Kusaeni, saya beberapa kali mampir di blog kamu. Headernya berubah2 terus saya sangka itu pake image roll :) Header sebelum Darth Vader itu bagus, saya suka. Header Vader (oh, ada rimanya) juga bagus sayang gambarnya distorsi, apa mungkin salah setting ukuran?
“blog kang eric di wp.com benar2 hebat …“
Very perceptive of you… you definitely sound like an INFP.
Thanks, Sil :) Do you know that it was actually a true story? But then again, like you said, my writing is my perception. What did happen was not as poetic or dramatical as my writing. Maybe I should take a photo? hehehe. Btw, what is INFP?