Sometimes I wonder, why do I have a name?
Or should I say, why is mine danny?
Not that I seriously detest my name, but I just can't help but ponder over why is mine danny. If I had a different name, would I just be another person? Danny sounds like a joker, and I behave like a joker. If I had another serious name like err errx, some chinese name. Would I be different?
Come to think of it, the impression of names are influenced greatly by the friends who are named after it. Like for me, darren is the name of my elder brother, yet also a name of an excellent friend and student in my class. Who knows to many people out there, Darren is a name of a bum, or the name of their best friend? So mine is danny, nothing special, nothing plain.
Maybe I've given the impression that danny is a name for lazy clowns.
It's really amazing, how one person may seem so significant in a small community, yet so small compared to the billions of people on earth.
Why does some of us turn out to be household names, yet some are just loners whom nobody remembers when they die?
It give me the shudders to think about it.
Yet worries me, maybe next time i'll just be like that.
I tell myself I'm not as bad as the rest, but everything people just step on me and my results just proves it so.
I tell myself it's unfair because I lose out in certain areas.
But I guess nobody owes me anything.
Sigh..
-Me-
Danny Wong
04.07.89
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