"You'll stop living when you stop believing"

"You'll stop living when you stop believing."

Or at least, that's from my point of view. 
So today I walked back home from the Wangsa Maju LRT station.
As usual, there were many people along the way. Selling fruits, foods and drinks, rojak, the guy who draw portraits etc etc etc.


Then I saw a person, whom I have seen before, remember this entry?
A little story telling.
2 days after I saw this big guy in front of 7eleven selling his stuffs, he was no longer there.
It's quite sad to see people gave up that fast, because selling for 2 days won't determine anything I guess.
Or I don't know anything about it since I'm not in his shoe.
But today, em, actually a few days ago I have already recognize this same guy, he's selling somewhat like rojak and other stuffs and looked quite happy.
And today, it's a glad thing to see him having a customer. Hope he won't give up anytime soon.


The guy who drew portraits, he was always beside the stairs of the station. 
However, at one time, the people who sell their stuffs there were nowhere to be seen.
I wonder if any DBKL come and shoo 'em away.
Then I didn't see him anymore. And it happened that he's still there, but not around the stairs.
He drew his portraits at a place farther away, quite near to the big guy's stall.
This portrait guy, he didn't have legs, or maybe, he didn't have long legs.
But he is so talented. His portraits are sketched, um..maybe it's not pencil, coal I guess.
And I'm glad to see him again too, drawing his portrait again instead of giving up. 


Other people, they were always there, only these 2 people that are significant in this entry.


So...you stop living when you stop believing. 
When you believe in something, you can, and you will do it.
Like the handicapped portrait guy, God knows how tough his spirit is to pursue his talent. Despite not many people stopped by or give any donation, he remained there.
It must be great to do something that you loved.
You might not earn a lot, but the satisfaction is worth the pain.


The big guy, who gave up at first but reincarnate (wahwahwah) at a different place) now always wearing a sweet smile on his face. He looked more cheerful than when he was in front of the 7eleven. 
He believed it would work, he believed his effort would be paid off.
I believed he believed. 


... ...
Geez...just didn't get the momentum to write the thing that I've been drafting in my mind.
Maybe I got too excited (tadi install TV baru pastu dapat channel alhijrah tu yang eksaited gila XD)


So...maybe
I'm still standing here and living because I didn't stop believing.
I believe that everything will go well
I believe that mum will be happy if I do this wholeheartedly
I believe everyone will be happy if I just stay a little bit more
I believe that it's not a waste to learn 


But, you know, in other words, believing is some kind of hoping
Hope, it's one of the worst thing.
Hope paired with expectation, is as fragile as a glass box.
As dangerous as a swelled balloon under the hot sun. 
Hope, something you can never rely on.
You can hope, only to be crushed later.
But if you believe you're strong enough to pick up the broken pieces of the glass box,
And patch it up again, only to watch it being broken again later.
And pick it up again, believing you won't die from that little pain,
If you can only believe that...
You can always live without thinking to give up :)