Now that I read about John Nash, I feel many things. Yet, I know that what happened to Nash is somethiing that will never happen to me, or anyone. If so, then it would not have been published as a book, and made as a motion picture.
Well, I am somewhat peculiar (or different) and similar to him... However, I find more similarities... Moreover, I know I have potential to be ill like he was...
I aspire for the highest esteem from all human beings. For that, I will give up everything I have. Even my very friends, I think, cannot be neglected. Yet, I know that I am incapable of such...
Oh, how I wish if I can do something great, be someone great... Yet, I do not know how...
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Thiswas my reflection, well, okay... short reaction after READING "A Beautiful Mind"...It was July 16, 2003...
I still feel the same way, though...
