The 21-year old didn’t hesitate to take an extra glass of alcohol.
“College is an addiction, isn’t it?” he let his sharp voice to spread evenly among his friends. It was on a twilight day that the three graduates decide to share their happiness.
“Just half a glass and now, he is on…” Said the other, with a chuckle.
“Addiction…Huh?” she finally asked, submitting to the temptation.
“Don’t encourage him.”
“Come on, let’s play a game. Explain it to us and if you can’t convince…” As she struck with words to fall out,
“Convince you. I don’t need to.” He continued, “Let’s make a toast.”
“Before anything, I would like to suggest you something…” his friend continued, “I know you want to be a writer. I know your knowledge to reform make you say crazy. Remember, we live in a crazy world where neither is ambitious nor encouraging. The system was always corrupted and people who would try probably end in a bad shape. I know your rush as hormones at this age but….”
His friend changed his posture and continued,” I once knew a friend very much like the passion of yours. An exact same ambition yet he isn’t wise enough to take my advice. He went around raising his collar to find his goals and now, you won’t believe me the position he’s in. He finally said that I am right. I am not saying that as a victory to me, but it’s just a good foresight. Everyone isn’t aimless, look at our friend…” he pointed his hand to her.
“Don’t bring my reasons…”
“No. It’s not an embarrassment to make a right choice. Besides, who am I to judge you. I am not offending you, my friend. But you must be able to grasp the reality of the situation. And for the toast,
‘To us for making money’.” said his friend.
“Fancy that…” she said, clipping their glasses.
The third one finally raised his glass and said,
-Thank you for reading.