No. I'm not going back yet.
He had the option. He had an easier way out--he could simply lie there and let everyone else do everything for him. It is, after all, what he's entitled to. But no, he'd rather trouble everyone by not troubling everyone; he'd rather do it himself.
I'm not at the stage where I'm worried about whether I might reach his stage, so I don't know for sure why he does things the way he does. He ignored the pain and discomfort, he ignored the mess he created, he ignored the warnings/chiding of everyone else--he carried on insistently, hastily.
Because that makes him human. That makes him more alive than ever. That's his way of saying, No, I'm not going back yet.
We all need something to feel alive. Being idle makes one restless.
I hate feeling restless.
POP loh. The 24km route march was fun. I'm sleepy. Bye.
-- 7/05/2011 01:28:00 AM
