Last night when I went to watch The Hunger games my family sat
between an elder couple, and a guy who had gone by
himself.
The couple, well they were pretty old, grey hair and everything.
They were sitting by themselves, just them two, but they seem to be
enjoying themselves. I thought, how cute.
The guy who went alone, throughout the movie, would laugh out loud
in funny parts and comment out loud to himself in stupid parts, he too was
enjoying himself. I thought to myself, how courageous.
I thought it amazing how these three people were enjoying life!
Two, happily together. And the other one by himself not caring at
all that he was alone.
I have always been content with independence.
And i was proud of that guy who went by himself, because nothing
was holding him back! He was living life.
But even though they were both enjoying themselves.
Deep down, i realized, i was wishing that later on in life I would
end up like the couple and not like the guy..