Just some story from some person

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            The world without color, without happiness, without music, without love. Everything filled with black and white. 

People go to work like usual, like yesterday, like everyday. They work. They sleep. They eat. Like this everyday in a cycle. 

Can someone just please color some of these trees, at least let me see the green, the brown, the hope. I lost hope, lost the way of living. 

But what is that song. It was, peace. I followed the marvelous song to the park. There was some random guy and some random piano. 

People look at him weird. 

Why is he here? 

Why is he doing something different? 

Why is he not one of us? 

Many question from around the piano guy. I walk toward the guy. 

“Why are you doing this?” I asked. 

“I know you are thinking the same” He replied “There is a guitar over there if you want to join”. 

For some reason I grab the guitar and start playing it with him. 

People are now looking at me weird. 

Why is he here? 

Why is he doing something different? 

Why is he not one of us? 

It doesn’t matter now. I played with him for a while, but then I saw something different around me. 

The color start to show. 

The brown color of my guitar. 

The brown and white color from the piano. 

The green from the grass I was standing on. 

People gather more now. They have a different type of instrument. Now I see more color. 

The color of the trees.

 The color of the bench. 

The color of myself. 

People gather more. 

The color of the building. 

The color of the car. 

The color of the sky. 

“Sometimes you don’t have to wait for someone to color the surrounding. You can just color it yourself” T

hat was the last sentence I heard before the police shot all of us. Then the color turn back to black and white, lifeless, no hope. 

“You all are doing something different. That is mean you all are terrorist” said the sheriff. 

I look at my shot wound and look at the piano guy. He is gone. Is this what social do to us for not doing what they want? Is this what we deserved?

 “No one can understand the goods, only the bad they see.” I said with my last strength. 

“At least the song was great”

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People always start with the question “What” I do not know why they can't start the question with “Why”. I think it is a good way to start the thinking process you know. 

Why the trees are green?

Why the trees look so peaceful?

Why the trees don't have to worry about not getting water or about to get cut down?

Why the trees can't talk?

Why can't I be trees.

Why can't I be me?

Why they have to put all these thoughts on me? 

Why they want me to be the way they want me to be? 

Why I cannot be the way I want to be? 

All these question always run in my head all the time through out my life. It's been a while since I wrote something in this account. I even forget about this account. I came back the other day and saw some people reading and commenting my story. More question coming through my head. 

Why don't I write more?

Why don't I care about the people that read my story?

Why can't I keep updating my account?

Why did I put so much pressure on myself?

Pressure is like a weapon. It can hurt you and it can push you. Hurt in terms of mentally. Push in terms of motivation. When there is something pressure you, it will take your dreams away. I always think back in my life. I have so many dream that I want to do.

I want to be a doctor so I can save people from dying. So I can save my own father.

I want to be a police so I can stop seeing people from doing bad things. So I can stop people from bully each other

I want to be a psychologist so I can understand other people feeling more. So I can stop myself from taking every thoughts too much.

I want to be an entrepreneur so I can make a lot of money. So I can tell my mom to stop working so hard.

There are so many things I wanted to do, but what happen to myself now. I studying in hotel and resort management with no motivation at all. I'm writing this story even though I am about to have a final exam next week. I have to go on internship but I still don't know who to work for.

What happen to the dream I have before? I don't even know. Maybe because I got so much pressure from the environment. Maybe my mother pressure me to not study the psychology because it is hard. Maybe it is myself that always think ahead that I am not gonna survive before I even try.

I might not be in the position to give advice. I am not having a lot of experience in life like the other successor like Bill Gates, Steve Job, etc. But it is nice to do things that you wanted to do sometimes. Pressure needs to be release. Do thing outside of the box help me get through my school life. Help me stop the pressure from stabbing me. Help me stop myself from pressuring myself.

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I will be moving all my story to the novel part one, so that I can write more instead of making a lot of short story.