{"id":182,"date":"2010-12-10T21:30:03","date_gmt":"2010-12-11T02:30:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/whoeverami.wordpress.com\/2010\/12\/10\/fragile-dreamsbitter-sweat-dreams\/"},"modified":"2012-01-12T14:35:05","modified_gmt":"2012-01-12T19:35:05","slug":"fragile-dreamsbitter-sweat-dreams","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/catsg.link\/blog\/2010\/12\/10\/182\/","title":{"rendered":"Fragile Dreams\u2013bitter sweat dreams"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>\u201cThe day will come when your journey will end as well. Your greatest adventure will be over and you will make your way home.<br \/>\n\u201cHowever, your journey will not be complete. The days will still go on for you.<br \/>\n\u201cOne after another they will pass, until you&#8217;ve had enough of the monotony. No new discoveries will await you.<br \/>\n\u201cYou&#8217;ll watch the sun rise and set. That&#8217;s all your days will have to offer.<br \/>\n\u201cThat&#8217;s the moment when you&#8217;ll realize the truth&#8230; The sunbeams, the wind rolling over tail grass, the idle chit-chat with friends. These were the gems of your life. Then your heart will be carried off by the gentle, caressing breeze and it will sparkle like a jewel, fade, and grow cold. \u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p align=\"right\">&#8212; dialog in Fragile Dreams<\/p>\n<p>Long since my last cry in a game. The beautiful words mixed with the loneness touch my heart. I still remember the days in my childhood when I thought I would be fine, or even better, if I were the only one in the world. I was lonely, and didn\u2019t know what lonely meant.<\/p>\n<p>Yet now in the game, a world which is near its end, a world with few human beings but lots of memory and fragile dreams left, I sense the gladness of finding the same race, and the joy to talk to friends, and even enemies.<\/p>\n<p>I start to think, even though I am not in the game facing this sadness and loneness, I am experiencing them in another way. How long since my last seeing my parents, and my home? How long since our last talk face to face? Left in my life is only memory, and emptiness. The day will come when my journey ends as well. How many gems of life would I hold at that time? And if my journey ended now, would I feel rich?<\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cSee how big and white the moon is? It&#8217;s so beautiful. But no matter how beautiful I might think it is&#8230; if there&#8217;s nobody I can tell that to&#8230; that feeling will end up vanishing inside me, like a bubble bursting.<br \/>\n\u201cAnd I won&#8217;t even know for certain, if I actually thought it in the first place. That&#8217;s the reason&#8230; why I need someone to talk to. Someone who&#8217;ll be there to listen, to hear what I have to say.<br \/>\n\u201cThey don&#8217;t even have to respond, really, just a simple \u2018yeah\u2019 now and then would be fine by me. I just want someone&#8230; to be with. \u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p align=\"right\">&#8212; dialog in Fragile Dreams<\/p>\n<p>Echo in mind: I just want someone\u2026 to be with\u2026<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cThe day will come when your journey will end as well. Your greatest adventure will be over and you\u2026<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_shuiyun_en_url":"","_shuiyun_en_title":"","_shuiyun_pick":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"series":[],"place":[],"class_list":["post-182","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-screen-stage","cat-screen-stage"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/catsg.link\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/182","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/catsg.link\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/catsg.link\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/catsg.link\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/catsg.link\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=182"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/catsg.link\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/182\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":463,"href":"https:\/\/catsg.link\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/182\/revisions\/463"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/catsg.link\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=182"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/catsg.link\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=182"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/catsg.link\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=182"},{"taxonomy":"series","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/catsg.link\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/series?post=182"},{"taxonomy":"place","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/catsg.link\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/place?post=182"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}