Vanity Fair and City II (24)

Sense and Sensibility are always contradictory to each other. If sense is water, sensibility must be fire.

The exam is coming, but I still fall asleep or daydream while learning and reviewing these boring materials. More than 1000 enter their names for the same position, but only 2 of us can be employed. I don’t think I am excellent enough to be the one of the two that will be employed.

But since I have entered my name for it, as least I should know what the exam is about. The competition is so fierce; I had better consider it as another chance to get a better job rather than a must-win game. Even though I fail this time, there are always next time, next next time, next next next time… Just look forward.

While I was getting ready for the exam secretly and carefully in the office, Ivy was still creating the aura of the end of the world.

“Earthquake… It happens everywhere…Soon it will be the end of the world…The UFO? You see, the UFO is crowding around the sun!”

I rushed to her desk and read the news. It was said that some astronomy lovers took some photos in which lots of UFO were crowding around the sun, ready to help human beings when 2012 comes…I laughed out loudly. So funny.

But Ivy just considered it as a fact. It is not strange that she is crazy to the end of the world as she has turned herself to a moth that flies to the fire…for love.

She loves a married man. It is that simple. That’s why she quitted her job in her previous company and takes the job here, to avoid meeting the married man in that company…But they keep a close relationship secretly and carefully…Just like me ready for the exam secretly and carefully in the working time.

Ivy can’t see any future between her and the married man. Yes, she can give up anything for their relationship, such as a good job in that company; but that married man can’t. He has a wife and a daughter. He has a good job in that company. He has fame and gain as a successful manager. He has everything, except Ivy.

Ivy compared herself to the moth. Moth flies to the fire, to burn herself, just because of the craziness and eagerness to the burning fire. She knows clearly what she is doing now, her sense tells her she must stop, but she can not control her sensibility.

Be crazy over love, just like the moth for the fire, to get burned, to degenerate, to die, and to go to the end of the world…

Sometimes I can feel the fire of my sensibility is out of control. But time will heal. And sense is water. Water can always put out a fire.