Sentiments

In the midst of a jovial game lies a contemplative soul. Odd and out of place as it is, the soul searches within itself while his counterparts play their roles.

"Do I fit in? Am I one of them?" he asks himself.

No. He does not truly belong. He is an outcast, an ostracised person; seemingly together with the group, yet infinitely far from becoming one of them.

He does not mind, for loneliness and solitude has been part of him for as long as he can remember.

He looks within himself and wonders... Are his current goals right? Should he stay in Monash? Should he pursue the girl?

Common and simple as these questions may be, he is thrown into an emotional tempest, a maelstrom of epic proportions.

He doesn't understand why; why his situation seems so complicated to him when it is so simple to his peers. Why he can't break out of the attachment when being detached was his trademark.

He struggles and tries to desperately grasp for answers; solutions to his conundrums, to his headaches and pain and suffering.

But providence is not kind, and fate still refuses to side with him. For he know that what ever he does, he's going to have to stay in Monash... And that once again he will fail in this courtship...

Is it a dance that he can never complete? Or because he never tried long enough and hard enough. He doesn't know.

Will anyone tell him? Can anyone answer all his questions?

Stunned, he awakes. The alcohol was not intoxicating; rather it refreshed him, made him see things for what they are. That the world he thought he lived in was but his hallucinations, and that this surreal world he sees now is what it really is...

Drained. He retreats from such thoughts. And leaves wondering... If he never tried, would he ever know what will happen if he did?