Boy Twenty-One: The Cellist 之吾

Reviewing my boulevard of civilian substitute service, I know teachers, insurance salesmen, the architect, beaux, and so on. But not until the end did I meet a musician: Cellist.

Cellist was initially conscribed to navy. However, for physical reasons, he was transferred to substitute service. In the start in the newcomer's training camp on 成功嶺, he had a very furious conflict with the leaders. Resenting the unreasonable punishment, he talked the leader back. And unfortunately, as we all could imagine, he got himself into a more embarrassing situation.

Anyway, it past. Talking of this, more smiles and forgiveness on Cellist's face. I got to know Cellist because one night, out of curiosity, I wandered to the guard room in the front of 恆春工商. I asked the nightwatchman, "Is there any substitute serviceman in your campus?" Cellist soon came out of the room. That night, we talked quiet a long while, simultaneously suffered several mosquito bites.

Knowing Cellist is really rewarding. In the later days, he took me to the port at night, drinking beer, sharing our stories, singing out loud to the waves, revealing worries about the unknown future. We even witnessed a hermit crab crossing the road accidentally. The road for a musician is seldom satisfactorily smooth, whichever era or nation is. Facing the future, the anxiety about uncertainty emerged on Cellist's frowned eyebrows.

Say, what will you say? Be fond of music or any art doesn't mean to enjoy unsteadiness. To reach the supreme status takes too many sweats and tears; while a stable palatable income bores and consumes you by infinite chores and errands, wasting youth and happiness away. Then, which weights more to you between living's pressure and life's value?

But anyhow, youth has no rivals. Youth is wasted on romantic adventures and reckless dream pursuing. Don't necessarily be wealthy, young guns, but absolutely be proud!