"If given a choice, would you choose to be a happy pig or a suffering Socrates?"
The ocean and the sky, vast blue, easily immerse me in an endless calm. With a blank mind, I start pondering many questions, recalling many vague past events. Thinking of many aspirations, encountering interesting people, wandering aimlessly for a long time. There are so many grand and worthy questions to explore, about my nationality, the land I grew up in, the aimless contemporary world, the extravagant life.
The tearing sound, the starkly different viewpoints, intense contradictions, I am born for myself, searching up and down, facing the world and myself. I am lonely, yet so unworthy of sympathy. The moonlight is blurred, as if smeared on the sea, just like that late night when I decided to travel far away at the end of my childhood.
I learned the meaning of distance and freedom from books, stepping out of my home, looking up at the moonlight on the sea, that 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 mind is like a calm sea, occasionally with waves coming and going, but they will eventually come back again.