In the end, things are still all up to us. It just saddens me that there are only a few teachers who are like that. But honestly, I couldn't even name one, not even my own brother.
I remember a friend asking me if I'm serious on taking teaching as a profession. I'm not, really. One of my professors said before that he didn't notice that he had been teaching for 10 years because students come and go. Realizing it, he felt that he had been left behind. I don't want that feeling.
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~chaos-mode, you better have your foot checked right away. Hmph.
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As I was looking at some recent photos awhile ago, a memory of a friend of 3 years struck me. She wasn't in the photo though, her girlfriend was, who is a friend as well. She took suicide a couple of months ago. And a week before the incident, she tried to talk to me.
I was busy back then as I was in a classmate's house when she sent me a message. Normally I would ignore messages when I'm busy, but I felt there's a need for a talk so I made myself available. She sent me a sad emoticon, and that was it.
I understand why she did that, but I am still sad and angry about her death until now. Friendship is such a wonderful thing. It makes people feel different things all at the same time. Maybe for that reason that I value every friendship I have -- in real life and online, no matter how shallow or intense it is. It makes me feel alive and struggling.
Okay. Let's stop the cheese and procrastinating now. I finally gained some inspiration and anger to work on my thesis. I just hope it won't ruin the happy mood my illustrations has to have.