Besides imaginary friends, I have scripts of imaginary thank you speech too. I would picture this vision of “I made it” – not a bad end in mind I reckon – and I would give thanks to those who believe in me and to those who don’t. Except, those who don’t probably become less significant so much so that their once upon a time significance may not even exist anymore. Yet they have been as important as the believers who support me from one end of the ocean to another; their constant misconception, lack of faith fuels my obsession, propels me forward.
I believe not because I don’t have taste. I believe because I can see the potential, because I want to care, and because I have hope.
I love the blue sky. Everything looks beautiful against a blue sky. Recently read a thought experiment of a baby being brought up inside a spaceship, with the absence of the color blue. When the baby grows up, the scientists land the spaceship on Earth, and show the young kid a clear blue sky. How would the kid react?
I love the moon too, against a pitch black sky, in the darkest hours. There is something mysterious about this lone piece of rock that orbits around us. It is like a dream so near but yet so unreachable; it is like something so alive but yet so lifeless. Silently the moon creates the tide that creates the movement that creates the wind. An invisible force that draws us into her.
I thank the believers, and I thank the non-believers too. Above all, I love the moon against a blue sky most.
