"If given the choice, would you choose to be a happy pig or a suffering Socrates?"
The ocean and the sky, vast and blue, easily immerse me in a boundless calm. My mind is blank, and I begin to ponder many questions, recalling many vague memories. I think of many aspirations, encounters with interesting people, aimless wandering through time. There are so many grand and worth exploring questions about my ethnicity, the land I grew up in, the directionless modern world, and the intoxicating life.
The sound of tearing, the starkly different viewpoints, intense contradictions. I was born for myself, seeking answers from the world and from within. I am lonely, but not deserving of sympathy. The moonlight is blurry, as if smeared on the surface of the sea, just like that late night when I decided to leave my childhood behind and embark on a journey.
I learned the meaning of distance and freedom from books. I walked out of my home, looked up at the moonlight on the sea, it was the last memory of my childhood, that night was so calm, so long.
The place where I stand and the meaning of my existence are not vague.
I think, therefore I am. My state of mind is like a calm sea, occasionally waves come and go, but they will always come back again.