Hmm. Random, I like randomness. Spontaneous thoughts. Activities. Nonsense that makes sense. It awakens me. It gives me something to think. To contemplate. It kind of helps me analyze life. It's just that randomness is... well, random. It's a way to distract the mind. To open up to new ideas. To kind of look at life through different perspectives. You know, just random.

Like uhmm, have you ever seen a teaparty? It's like I just boil water in a pot and I add those tea packages to my cup. Then I pour the boiling water while I stir with a spoon (nonchalantly). While at it, I kind of glance over the window at my right. At my right? What am I thinking? nop, on my left. right there! Do you see it? It's a frog. a frog on the road. Some ladies walking. Rather tiptoeing as if no body is watching them. They are hushing each other. One is tripping over a crack on the road. Other just took her heels. She is walking bared footed while the rest chuckle at the sight of green trees. they are too green. Too young that even the Winds cant rustle their leaves. Though Birds are flying over their branches as the frog croaks and jumps to a driverway. It jumps to the driveway where a man hides behind bushes. Those Bushes too yellow like the dress, one of those ladies tiptoeing, wears. Though her hair is brown or redish? I dont know but I always liked chamomile tea. It's kind of hazel. Like the eyes of that man Hiding behind the yellow bushes are but also like the pond in the driveway, where the frog jumps and jumps forming ripples Just like the sugar cubes form on my tea as I tossed them on my cup...

reflecting images where I write about myself making tea while I glance over the window on my left.

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This just a random comment... I think As long as there are two dots, doesn't matter where they are, even if they were place randomly, then they can be connected. We can create a pattern. So that's why I think the human mind can't grasp the concept of random. Because there is a way to find a pattern to connect any two dots.

If a relationship became random... Isn't it good to contemplate why? And also, to contemplate, how to connect the dots? So to see life from another perspective? I don't know... It's just too random to think about randomness not being able to have any connection. And in another way, it's kind of sad to see randomness without imagination. I guess, I have always seen randomness as spontaneity, and that can either be good or bad depending on the situation...