Lost in translation

6:55 PM. 33°C cloudy. Will be writing until we walk back down.

My friends and I just finished taking pictures of ourselves, and not to leave out the picturesque scenery in front of us. We made fun of each other, laugh at our own silliness, and even struck some weird poses for the camera. We're in our early twenties, so things like this are pretty typical. At some point, I suddenly found myself and them just staring at the dull-looking buildings from distant cities — slowly filled our sights with a modicum of lights as the night approaches. It's an undeniably unmatched beauty, but the thing is, are we all seeing the same thing? Do we all have the same vision of what's beyond the horizon?

You know what? It's all fun and games until you realize that everything could change tomorrow. I want both of these moments to be over and, at the same time to last forever. I'm sick and tired of listening to the same music and seeing the same scenery every day. In juxtaposition, I don't think there's another place in this world that would make me feel like that. The only luxury I have in life is that I have a few friends with whom I can laugh, but I'm sure they don't feel the same way as I do.

To be honest, this is what scares me the most. That one day, I'll realize that the thought of being on the same page with others would just be nothing but an illusion. I'm sure and well aware that we're all walking at our own pace, but I'm scared to be the one who'll be left alone. Maybe I'm lost in translation, and nobody could figure it out, even myself. The worst thing is, I can't even get it off my chest. Don't even try to understand what I'm saying. It's self-explanatory, just look at the title.