Regardless of my birthday, this month has been full of pleasure. It's because of nobody but myself. I can't believe I spent two times in this month being alone in a foodcourt—ordering and have my own seat. I have always wanted to do that since then, and I finally did it. I know that being alone is not something to mourn over. Instead, I can let my mind go to some places while I chew, and thinking of where my friends are at the moment (because we no longer meet as often as we used to since I graduated in September 2015). If the idea of being mature is pictured by a person who get to eat alone in a crowded place, then I'm officially qualified. Although I think I'm sort of precocious. :))
I can feel that the circle get smaller as we are older. But as it wears away, there goes another circles—the ones I completely feel strange about. We can't learn if we never try anything new, people said. So other than eating alone in a foodcourt, I also try to do something I never thought I'm capable of, and take all the opportunities I stumbled upon.
I'm not kind of student who is gonna raise hands for each 30 minutes in the classroom for the sake of curiousity, so I was kinda surprised when I'm being the one whose students raise their hands to, and see what myself can do after then. I was all happy. Like really.
I never wish to be a teacher, but right now I want myself to be one. I'd like to teach, share, and spread love to infinity and beyond. Here comes the lesson I learn in the process.