Unfortunately, I was right on my last post. I did take longer time to write in here again. My last post was 2 years ago and it was 3 years from the one before that. Somehow, just somehow, I got myself to write in here tonight. Time flies I had to say, and time is never on our sides, never. The short story I used to write was 9 years from now and I spotted so many grammatical errors in it. Nevertheless, I "re-learned" myself from there. As a matter of fact, we all hope to see the end, yes we do. After reading about possible technology and medical researches on lengthening human lives or reverse ageing, I thought to myself even more. I mean, it's not like I will stop thinking without reading the news, but it lead me to a different directions of thoughts. It always did; new ideas, new implications, new applications. The fear for the unknown has always been there for me, undoubtedly. It resurfaces recently, or rather a couple of weeks ago, thinking about the meaning of existentialism, or simply, death. I have troubled myself enough with it and now I am slightly better, at least I will not fall into despair or depression so quickly. I thought I will someday. For now, it's just my future film-making study and possible career that awaits me. I will live with it for now, maybe there won't be a cure, but I am still happy to know that we progressed, as a whole we progressed. Hopefully, I can utilise my concept into future short films and then feature length ones. Of course, at the end of the day, I hope to see the end as well...by living forever. Forever, I want to live.
