The story, so far

"I believe that treating other people well is a lost art." -Tim Gunn

Believe it or not, it's almost halfway through 2014. This may sound really cliche, but yeah, it just feels like yesterday that I get into the university life, that we, together be in this pretty challenging year of 2014. Life has been quite harsh, lately. Tonnes of assignments to be done, a hell lot of things to be revised for my final examinations, and some social problems here and there but hey, I made it through alive! (Okay, that's maybe a lil' bit too dramatic) but, seriously, life can be very hard sometimes. And it's been quite awhile since the last time I updated this shitty blog of mine. Blogger isn't the 'thing' anymore. People resort to mini blogs like Twitter to update their life instead, and it's pretty saddening to me as I love my blogger friends so much, but they barely update their blogs anymore.

So, I'm gonna talk about life today. Yay? Yay!
Lol I don't know, I've always been talk about life anyways. No new things, really.

This happened two weeks ago. We had this kenduri thing for celebrating a cousin of mine, sunat or had circumcision or whatever you call it. But that's not the main story here. Before went to the house, I met one friend. A primary school friend. I know her. I forgot her name, though. But the thing about her is she actually forgot me. Despite the fact that we've been together in the same class for 3 goddamn years. She don't remember me at all, except for my smile. She said that they were very familiar, and we had a very good talk and we laugh and all. However, she still can't remember me. But here's one thing I learnt about people after that incident. People will forget your name, people will forget your look, but they'll never forget how you made them feel.

Life wasn’t meant to be taken in large movements. The next day will inevitably arrive, you’ll sleep, and the moment will have passed. But when you have a hundred thousand small moments, you can step back and appreciate the picture a lot more than metaphorically blowing your load on some grand moment that, in all honesty, look, you’re not Bruce Fucking Springsteen, you’re not going to be able to blow everyone’s mind every single night. You’re not Romeo and/or Juliet. There’s no reason to drink the poison together in some flame-out gesture. So that leaves us with the small stuff. It’s all about the detail.

One day, probably a while longer from now, when old age takes ahold of someone, all of our friends might just only remember your smile. Everything you guys ever did together, every second, every moment, every beat, every morning spent skipping the assemblies, every evening spent together at the field, playing, all of that —gone. Everything you ever did will be reduced to the head of a pin. They might won’t remember your name anymore. They’ll just remember your smile, and they’ll smile. They won’t know why. It’s a base, gut reaction. But they’ll smile, uncontrollably, and it will come from somewhere so deep as to know that you touched them on a primal, honest, and true level that no scientist, scholar, or savant could ever begin to explain. There is no more. There is nothing else. There is just this: They’ll remember your smile, and she’ll smile.

And you know what? That’s all that really matters in the end.

M. Qarin Al Maduri