Yvonne

There was a night, when you'd rather go for a walk in the middle of a night instead of sleeping on your couch, you collected all your wallet and keys and silently sneaked out from your apartment seeking for fresh air. You tried to light up your cigarette, you did for once more, and you gave it up. You gave up your revolutionary dream for once more, you just knew that at that very moment, you were nothing but a doubt.

You were reminded how your parents raised you up, to dream further, bigger, and forever. And knowing you are now master of dreaming, you did nothing but writing and boasting about your ideas of changing the world. But you could not even break up with your past, you only cook instant noodle, and you still ask God to solve all of your problems.

And illuminated by the shadow of the apartments, the moonlight shined on you, you shivered, you bit your thumb. You still wish you were still able to make it. You are. But you have just given everything up. The way it turned it out was never right, so you just gave up. You died a little bit more on the inside.

Your hands reached down inside your pocket, you put it inside, you walked for more, you always said that you would try for more. And here you are, speaking continuously, that you can make it, and you start to believe in something.

You can never comprehend life, nor make a short quote summarizing it all, but you can always learn.