The catcher in the rye*

*lượm về liền :))

What if the sun don’t shine no more? As if, the people do not need to wake up in the morning; there is no more OSIMAs - Oh Sh!t It's Monday, Again! - or TGIFs; no eight days a week for weekends with all the fun; and no Beathes at all. It’s obviously a joke but not quite funny.

The good news is that this very likely ending is yet to come but the bad is we’re already late:the earth is running out of its patience. So does our hope.

The need of acting is so obvious a reason for an act as well as for a revolution. But revolution could not come alone itself. It's just a symbol of something no longer new; something needed to be real. Something must be achieved.

In case human being were not the human being, there would neither be such a reason to be concerned about nor any other stories to be told: we should rather wander around and be chewing the grass instead of sitting in the chair and reading these words. As we are the humanity, we must do something.

For the time the last one of human species could be on earth is too short in compare with the longevity of the universe, or in particularly, this earth. And anyone of us can be dead long before those things come to its end. That is apparently true; what we do today may be not worth a thing tomorrow. But rather be giving a try than do nothing at all; lighting up a candle is much better than leaving all in the dark.

Because there’s a hope that never could be abandoned; there’s a hope that we never give up on; there’s a hope of our still living or dead people from the very beginning of life: the hope for a better world to live. That could be and should be the reason for our being – the reason of being: for the next catcher coming through the rye.

So Wake up! and let’s do something. It’s all up to you.