Both Life And Fiction

Dreams and Reality Continue

Chapter Nine

By the time my dream ended, in reality, what I think is very clear is that there are two worlds and futures there. Bruce or what everyone, almost all Asians should know, it was evident that he will be flying a lot, going places and more famous than a lot of average folks, while a group of us are certainly, almost grounded. Nevertheless, there is no doubt that we all take pride in whatever trade we are doing in our own native country.

He had a big career and he took pride in everything he did. He was rich, he had fame, power and a strong network of people who loved him too. That saying is already an achievement from at least two decades in my memory. I never had that vibe in my life, which was the opposite of what you can imagine, but oh nah... o have that. I am glad for those who achieve that, but you won't envy such a vibe because you also lose a certain level of the average person's normal aspects of freedom to go anywhere without too much attention.

Then one sudden night, I just froze dead in my tracks when I saw his backview through a cafe side window from afar... because there was something about this stranger giving me a familiar sense, be it was the slope of his shoulders and the way he liked to slouch too. On top of a certain bad habit of sticking his neck out slightly too. This is a damn uncanny resemblance to one of my prophets, a dreamlike, deja vu moment that just struck me... just when did I last see him?