I would want to ask myself when the time comes that I know myself far better than I do now, that if...

I am really insane.

You are allowed to call me insane in any better way than that, I mean, who would ever thought of asking himself whether he's crazy or not.

In general terms, what are crazy people anyway!?

• they see things most people do not
• they fancy things out of the ordinary or common standards
• they see gazing empty-minded in mid-air as a daily routine
• they hear things others don't
• they murmur to themselves
• they hide secrets that they think would be possible to end humanity
• they think more than other people don't

Then if that is the case, I could drive myself with a possible conclusion. All of us are crazy people. We see things other people do not. Like for example, I do see how beautiful the sky is, even if I just got out of school having flunked every other subject, and I do think it is really not objective to further argue whether most people see this as well.

Everyone of us likes something or does some things that are really not favorable or pleasing to others. Everyone of us fancies some things most people think are weird. We do things others don't. We think the way others cannot. And maybe that is why we are individuals. We are people, we are as equal as hell...But, we are also very special in our own ways. That would be a better way how to put it, and not the way of telling off a person that he's insane already, 'cause that would be insane.

If I were another person besides me and I have stumbled upon this entry for the first time, I might as well be asking myself why the hell did I arrive at this topic, and since I am not, I might as well answer that possible me looking at the other side of the mirror.

Well, you see, I've been very interested in books eversince I was in my childhood, though I wasn't really up to reading novels and alike. But since the division contest about literature and the like popped up last year, I've been an avid fan of the novels and the authors, though it must have been late that I have discovered that most of them got coo-coo's up there, and I guess that would be more than a century too late.

I got a little bit afraid. To be a writer was one of my greatest dreams, and maybe I am serious about pursuing it. Do I have to be crazy to be called one? I admit, I get caught with pensive moods often times than not, and that scares me. I have been really thinking a lot lately, and a lot of people do not always do that, even I don't back then. It is as if my life took a humungous U-turn that arrived me into this eerie momentarily routine, THINKING.

I find myself staring in mid-air and thinking. Just thinking. Thinking with a background music of Suneohair's Waltz Piano Version to match, and though it makes me feel melodramatic, I still find it very pleasing. To be able to pour my heart talking to myself. Maybe it was all I needed all along. I am not saying that I like being like it, half of it makes me feel sad. There are a lot of things in life that I want to do...or selfishly want to have.

I don't have to lose my head to become a writer. I don't think I lost it already at this tender age, and my father and mother, I proudly say, haven't either. I've come to a conclusion. I can proudly say I am a WRITER.

And all of us are. We live to tell a story, a story that has been there all along, and a few of those who are brave enough to talk about or WRITE about it only begins to discover his own legacy. We write our own story, OUR OWN LIFE. And would you imagine, God happens to be our editor, and the people we love and help us grow are our publishers.

I am crazy, the same way that you are. I am sane, the same way that you are as well.

I may think a lot, see things others don't, and I don't care. I am a WRITER, and I promise I won't lose my head nor chuck it into a microwave.