Looking back, looking forward

To be frank, today happened to be just a normal summer day: wake up at 8 a.m., have breakfast with my family,  study Spanish and fall asleep again until lunch, go out after lunch to meet up with a friend at the coffee store, have dinner, study, sleep at 1 a.m., that's all. Maybe, it was actually a little different today: I ordered a cup of coffee with rum instead of coffee with condensed milk like usual. Some parts of my head are still spinning a little bit because I hadn't really drunk anything alcoholic before, but it really tasted good that I will order it again the next time I go to the coffee store.

A person said that I only ordered that alcoholic drink because I wanted to prove that I was already a grown-up, and that may have been partially true. Yes, for the fact that I am already a grown-up, who is prepared both mentally and physically, and also ages enough to be able to start drinking those alcoholic stuffs; yet, there's really no reason for me to try to prove that I'm a grown-up by doing that. First, who says that I want to be a grown-up, and second, why can't I just simply order something new that I have never tried before?

Anyways, that's not really what I want to tell in this blog post. Rather, I want to tell a little story:

"Once upon a time, there were two middle-school friends whose personalities were really different from each other. One was really the man of ideals: he had the talents, he was a genius, and he dared to dream big. He had the passion for Math, and he really lived his best to pursue his passion. The other one was rather a shy one. He wasn't really good at anything, he was also the kind of person who would do everything he could to pursue his dreams, yet his dreams were never that big since he was always afraid of dreaming things that he could not achieve. To him, his friend had always been a source of inspiration that motivated him to try to dream higher and higher.

Life treated these two good friends differently. The one who never had the guts to dream high luckily got a scholarship to study in America, and 2 years later, luckily got admitted into those top universities of the world. Not to deny his effort in the middle of the way, but life was really easy on him and always gave him the luck that he needed to achieve something. On the other side of the world, the talented friend had to struggle with family problems while he was at high school. He also accidentally failed in a contest, a failure that had no reason to have happened put him in depression for a long time. Losing trust in himself, he continued to fail to get into the university that he wanted to go to, and had to be settled in a less competitive university.

The two friends finally met again after 4 years, the period of time that everyone was so busy with his own life. The one from abroad had been feeling really bad for all the bad fortunes that happened to his friend, but only until he got to listen what his friend had to say. It was the first time in all those four years that he got to know that his friend decided to borrow money from his mother to pay for his university, rather than just let her pay for it, because he wanted to be independent from his parents. The money he borrowed was also used for studying English. He studied English because he wanted to go study in the U.S. one day after he had graduated. He wanted to study in the U.S. one day because he wanted to become a useful and knowledgeable person who would return and serve his own country with all his passion. "I want to be a person who has an ideal in his life, and who would die for that ideal" - he said to his friend.

After listening to his whole story, the friend from abroad was so happy to see back the inspiring friend who  would even dream high in the hardest moments, from the darkest failures."

That was the little story. I don't know why I told you my day in that way, but today I met one of my best friends from middle school. It was such a good day, and I just got to realize that even now when I'm lucky enough to be standing at a better position where more opportunities are welcoming me with open arms, I can still be inspired by this friend, who has been inspiring me by his dreams and goals and passion. Today, my friend told me that he was also motivated by me, who was able to achieve whatever I wanted. Little did he know, maybe he was not as successful, just being able to dream and be willing to die for that dream like him is admirable enough.

Thanks for a great day. Thanks for a good catching-up with our lives. Thanks for telling me again that you are doing well. Thanks for reminding me to keep dreaming and fighting for that.

Life can be so wonderful suddenly xD I love it.