Shall We Have A Drink?

My friends and I travelled to Hokkaido months ago. As we were walking hastily in the perfect midnight of freezing winter to reach a karaoke place to rest after a long day, we saw two young ladies having a lie-down on the icy pedestrian in the intersection: they were laughing joyfully while looking up to the sky under the dim street light and a drizzle of snow, and they were stretching out their hands and waving them up and down as if they were feeling the sensation of a brand-new silk bedsheet.

I then produced a smile. So did my friends. We knew effortlessly that they had been drunk. However, I wonder if we smiled for the same reason.

I smiled simply because I was happy for the ladies. I was happy knowing that they had fun. That they had no fear. That they enjoyed themselves for every count passed and, surely, they were a child for that moment — at least that was what I believed.


We are getting old and boring and being more complicated than ever as an individual. We no longer enjoy the present. We never look like what we really are on the inside. We forget to take pleasure in small things which are often taken for granted and overlooked by the greater ones. We stop exploring.

In a world where being a fake probably has been transformed into a must-have skill to welcome an adulthood, getting drunk once a while might be the best escape plan.

I do not mean it literally, of course, but metaphorically. It is not about the drunk itself. It is about how getting drunk might lead us to unravel the masks we wear every day and do whatever cross our mind just to enjoy ourselves, and ignore the passing judgements. In other word, be a child. Just like how the young ladies showed me.

So, shall we have a drink?