Nearly lost control to alcohol, brain wanted to explode with thousands of thoughts need to be shared. But there was none to do so with in the group. From time to time I would leave the table to wander limply around the block finding someone to talk to. Stopped by an old man working as a cleaner, asked him briefly about life's meaning and stuffs. The old man just listened with a smile, in the end told me, "It's ok boy, just get back to your family." Such a wise man's words that were so sad and made my most sensible talk of that night. He left me right away with a leaking brain, feeling how bad it was to get back and drunk silently alone in a noisy little group. Too bad cos I didn't get a chance to ask the wise old man, "What if I don't have anybody to get back to?"

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"There are four kinds of men:
He who knows and knows he knows; he is a wise man-Follow him.
He who knows and knows not he knows; he is a sleeping man- Wake him up.
He who knows not and knows he knows not; he is a man seeking guidance; Guide him.
He who knows not and knows not he knows not; he is an ignorant man- Ignore him."
- Một lời dạy của đạo Hồi, cóp từ facebook của ông thầy dạy Silat.


Dạo này mình cảm thấy sợ, có lẽ đúng hơn là vốn lúc nào cũng sợ trc nhưng việc mình phải chọn làm hay ko làm. Sợ vì chẳng biết gì về việc đó cả, chẳng có ai hướng dẫn hay giải thích cả, qua cái tuổi chập chững mất rồi.