"Then time is invencible.''
"Yeah, it's the final boss.''
"It can't be the final boss, we defeat bosses, always.''
''True. But then what would it be?''
"The game over, like... when you defeat the final boss in Fable, but if you choose the good side, you keep on playing (and you always choose to end a game with the good side, at least at first try, that's weird) until you... end playing."
"Time is the... end of play?''
''Yes, undefeatable.''
Lame talk. While watching The Bucket List. Yeah, I just don't recommend because... there's no accounting for a taste. A movie to think, perhaps. Well, this is goin' to take a long time, I have no hurry, this has been delayed for a long time. I find Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson fantastic actors, and worked pretty well together. But, this isn't the topic, it's the ''random talk because I can't really organize what I pretend to write''. Well, the movie actually has a lot in common to the real topic, and watching it gave me the courage to begin writing, not that what I lacked was courage, at least I guess. It was more about laziness. I'm one of those people who only appreciate things when they are gone, most of the times, at some rare times I appreciate them while I can have it.
But, even though I thought about it, I won't list'em here, it's out of the topic and it's not the time.
Friendship. That's what this whole crap is about. I like to think about these things, these not material things. Well, it may sound intelligent or spiritualistic, but, that's totally not, in fact, it may be dumb and time wasting. But, I like to think about it. Holy crap... this is being harder than what I expected, I should improve my writing skills. Or maybe my Think-About-Something-Useful skill.
The definition of friendship is, well... undefined. Maybe it is all about trust and happiness, but not exactly happiness, since sad moments do have their shine. It's strange, but think about it, great part of the most beautiful love stories are the sad ones. But it would be quite strange to say friendship is about sadness, as we have this idea that sadness is bad. Well, it's bad, but, in the friendship context, in sadness we can always count with a friend, and that's a good thing, so this goes to the nothing is 100% bad/good (okay, I'm delaying again, but it's a nice topic this one). And, sad moments in movies, when it's raining (I mean that good rain, not a storm devastating the place) or with some gray tonned images, are usually beautiful.
So there I was. There were four people in the room. And there was that weak light, well, it just contributed to the movie-esque feeling of the scene. I don't even know if they felt like that, like that was some cool moment or something like that, since we got out soon, well, maybe not so soon, but because of my resistance to sleepness, I thought I could stay there for longer. My friend was going to travel in a few hours, but it wasn't a real goodbye since he'll come to the city occasionally. But, in my mind it seemed so... movie-esque. I had to write about it. Sounds empty and meaningless probably, but I don't give a shit. It's hard to explain those masterpieceful moments that are in fact, masterpieceful for us only. But in fact, it's good to see that your friend has his friends and all, that his girlfriend is a nice person. Funny the fact that she talked to me much like his parents, so I guess that even though we didn't have much time to talk the last months we are still good friends. Well, I don't believe there are bad friends, since, if they are bad, they are not your friends.
Well, that was pretty much the idea of the thing, the scene of those last moments, the three of us waiting and talking random things while he put the last things in the bag.
I guess it will be hard to play again, but, some things never shall disappear from my mind. Not the best Super Smash Bros battle ever, not those sleepless nights playing, not Tales of Symphonia, not those weird talks at top of the building with those cockroaches.
Yet this seems weak, but, I was never good with words. The importance is what it trully means to you. This seems like a testimonial for a single person, but I would like all my friends to not see it as such (I don't mean I have a lot of them, even though this might have sounded like it), this can be considered as my Memorial Treasure for 'em (do not care about the true meaning of memorial or treasure or both, I just liked the way it sounded, so it will be this way). I might not do such a text for all but this doesn't mean they are less worth it. It's more of laziness, or lack of good words, or fear of not writing something good enough (though that's way relative), or some big wicked mix of all these things.
Consider this as my eye opening moment, for as I never really said things that were really good to these people. Heck, I even find it hard to say beautiful things to my girlfriend.
Sensitive, I guess, but who gives a shit? I wrote it down!
