The Order of Universe.

She sits there. She stares at people walking past her. Some are speeding, either late for work, meeting, or naturally born to walk like that. Some are gliding, full with confidence, or maybe had just received some happy news. So many faces, emotions and attitude you could capture by just watching people. So, her mind wanders, speculating about people who caught her eyes. Why is she sitting there? Why isn’t she walking like them, going to their designated locations?

This is because it’s a foreign place to her. She doesn’t know where to go, what to do or who to talk to. One day, back at the familiar place, she decided she had enough. No more ridicules, no more stress, no more the need to satisfy the people Up Above. And so she quits. It’s not given up, as she likes to think, it’s simply opting the best choice there is.
She’s traveled far, because she doesn’t want to face criticism from people who think she’s made a fatal error. That she left what defines life, which is Normalcy and Haven.

Screw that! She screams inside. Screw society and their orders. I don’t need that now. Or ever. I need Happiness. Impossible, maybe, so to reach at least Contented is good enough.

So as she sits there, thinking about things that can make her happy. Artistic Flair or Voyager? Those things make her happy (so does with many of them), but the helm of possibilities either excites her or frightens her. She couldn’t decide.

Which one should she choose? Should she sit down with plans and strategies? Or should she just start doing whatever crosses her mind right away?

Or maybe, just go back home. And surrender to the Opponent.

She stands, and starts walking. Joining the crowd, she blends in. She’s just one of them after all.