February 29th

The only reason of its existence is how men can’t deal with the vagueness. Well, the whole timing system is simultaneously functioning as men need to see their foot treads on the wet sand, not the wriggling water. They need to post and mark, discern where they are, and be prolific in whatever they opt. Simply so they can swank about how they’ve done so much in life.
The last February 29th, I was in America. I lived with the Nackeerans at that time, admiring how He’s always had His mysterious way of softly slapping me on the face. I lived among humans, real humans. As real as I know it.
I was probably also busy with the mock trial team at PHS, having myself being defined through the whole mechanism where I belonged. Actions are often qualified with that arrangement of position; we spend most of our time to secure certain position, and our so-called action will start from there on. That and mostly not the other way around. It’s amusing how those actions actually define and, at certain times, delineate us, or part of us. And therefore it’s the whole universe that defines us?
Last February 29th, I was also on my way to notice what actually the essence of having people around, or to be around people, is. It was to pick some bold strings and, if not call it as ‘special’, mark it then shelve it. We never know how it would still be whole no matter how deep into the soil we bury it. Really. I watched one of those strings entirety has not washed out, now four years after. I name that Marlyn.
The next February 29th, what will I have become? What will I have to write? Or probably I would no longer even care to write? Because the only thought I have is how to deny guilt and remorse? I hope not.