I rode my scooter home wondering why there was a rain in June. Back then, there wasn’t any rain in this dry season month. Have this world gone lunatic?
Although at times I admired rain for the earthy scent it causes after it stops, today I grumbled over it. Why should it come at a time like this; when I needed to go somewhere?
June rain is not common, I repeated after myself; I was supposed to be born in a hot month. But this year, rain comes more frequently in June.
Are there any rules deleted, keeping the weather out of regulation?
If so, what happened to our earth? Is it caused by climate change? I know just a few about it. If the rain in June is utterly caused by that change, will I struggle to calm it down?
The answer is no. I will never be able to stop climate change – this world is too lunatic already.
I remember one of my college friends said, ‘I become crazier as I get older…’
Ah, maybe that’s the problem. I got older. I got crazier. Then what links the crazier me to the climate change?
It’s so hard to find something that links me to that climate change. I don’t want to be blamed for the bad luck happening to this earth – even though I was the one doing it.
Ah! I got crazier.
Back then when I was 6: I sat in my class. As the class leader, I tried to be the best student that my friends would look up to. That really happened. I got the first rank, I got the title of class leader, I was loved by our teachers. In short: I was prominent!
I did what the teachers wanted us to do. I studied hard. I did my homework. I cried when I got 8/10 (this is for real). What caused me to do those? I was afraid. Yes, you read it right. I was afraid that the title of ‘the best student’ would be offered to someone else. I knew that ‘the best’ only needed one person.
Now that I got older, everything that was so idealistic went blurry.
I ignored rules, because – why should I? I also started to neglect what is right – what is wrong. I don’t care about it anymore as long as I can achieve what I want.
That’s how getting older makes me unable to admit to my faults.
That’s how getting older makes me indifferent to anything wrong in my surrounding.
Maybe that was why this world had gone lunatic – it’s because the people living on it had also gone crazier as the world keeps rotating!
So, should the world stop rotating, for the sake of sunny June?
Wait, why do I hear some yells of disagreement?
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