ABC: Jaka, please tell me something, I’m bored
Jaka: Think, and stop thinking
ABC: Err, well, can you tell me something normal?
Jaka: We are just human being
ABC: How about something extraordinary?
Jaka: We are mere individuals, we are born nothing. No relationship, no father, mother, siblings, leaders, race, nothing. Then we learn, then we have memories, then we have cultures, then we have relationship, ownings. But, we are mere individuals, born, learn, and die. Nothing owned, nothing earned.
ABC: Then I want something very… I don’t know what I want now
Jaka: Relax! Take your time (although time is never yours) ^^
ABC: What do you think about yourself?
Jaka: I am not Jaka. I am a being, now, with secrets of mind, strange memories, and living like every other being.
ABC: Then, what do you think about myself?
Jaka: A man of fine body with regrettably unanswered questions.
ABC: What should I do?
Jaka: What you want is the should, if not, then, nothing.
ABC: What do you think about your life, how would it be?
Jaka: I will tell you before I die. Till then, it’s a secret of lots of wantings/wishing and unknown becomings.
ABC: But I’m still bored.
Jaka: Change it. Don’t ask me how, you know how to. What you need to do is matching your thoughts and actions.
ABC: I’ll call my girlfriend then.
Jaka: Ah ha, good luck. Guess that is probably the whole thing that stops you.
ABC: It’s true. Our relationship is a mess now.
Jaka: No no. It’s not. It is clear. You just don’t tidy up your mind. You have things to say and finally you keep yourself shut, and get stuck in the ocean of questions and doubts.
ABC: But what should I do if I am denied?
Jaka: Then at least you know that you are. For then you can take the next steps.
ABC: I want success.
Jaka: Like you want all seeds can come to big trees. Rich is life, rich of ways, possibilities, outcome. Just let it be my friend. If you act, there is a chance of outcome, and let’s see what it is like. Or you can go nowhere, for long.
ABC: I see.
Jaka: Ah, good. Any question?
ABC: Did you love?
Jaka: Ah, that’s a long long story. Love shall make your moon beautiful, make you sing, make you want poetry of the most beautiful words and verses, and make you wish to die just for it. Oh… love…