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"Why Do Birds Suddenly Appear?"

People come and go. You look up and see them flocking but you won't be able to follow them with your eyes forever.

At some point in life, someone comes along. Think about that one friend you have. Are you happy to have met him/her? Are you happy about  where you were when you met?

Here I am thinking about my life choices, and I don't regret them one bit. I look at these people I get to see and talk to everyday, then my mind would wander back to the time when we first met and had our first conversation, never realizing it was the start of something that would be with me longer than I anticipated.

I get saddened by the thought that one day, I'd wake up and realize that they're gone. Graduation is near for them while I am still four years away.

There is more to the line "Why do birds suddenly appear?"

I remember going to the rooftop of my past high school building and I recall following a fleeting airplane with my unmoving gaze. I stared at it long enough until it is out of sight, not a single dot can be seen in the sky.

As much as you want someone to stay, you can't keep them forever, and that's one harsh slap of reality. We make hard choices in life, and sometimes, we just got to learn to live with it. You can't let the bird keep flying if it wants to rest, nor stop the plane in midair. You just gotta accept the fact that in life, we don't stop. We don't stop until there is one reason why we should.

That bird you want to keep flying? It won't stop until it reached its nest. That plane you wanted to stop in midair? Only Superman can do that, I'm afraid. In short, we all have limits... Until we really want to extend those limits...

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