An Old Pal

Few weeks ago, after meeting my second supervisor in a frozen room on the third floor of a building in my campus, I accidentally met my old pal. We had a lotta talk bout our life, specifically that in the past. I rarely met this man in these years. Recently, I found that he had a break on his study for a year. He studied English Literature in my faculty, so we somehow shared the same experience in having beautiful life with this. 

For the start up, I asked him about some of other pals I had been missing these days. Just like he was. It began to develop into the more serious one, when he told me those experiences when he missed the study here. He tried to develop a business, with his friends. Fortunately, we had the same excitement in it. He said that he had ever had a bankrupt and those stuffs you can suffer in the thing called entrepreneurship. But that's just the way it was. You learn it by experiencing it. 

More surprisingly, we also shared the same interest in literature. He nodded his head when I said my life changed because of it. Reading literature, philosophy, and so on. From this moment I learnt that I shouldn't try to judge people from their behavior or looks. This was like a proof that no one can ever understand others a hundred percent. This is what I love from them who learn literature. They have some more knowledge and understanding about life and its nature. Something we cannot find on them studying some other practical fields. We can't just have a look at them. We have to listen to them. The way they think, and see the world.