About emotions I used to brag that I was a quite rational person who would never behave emotionally, at least pretend not to be in public. I preferred to be a cool youth, with a poker face everywhere and a weird complacence enjoying popcorn while others were sobbing for the lines and stories of movies. But recently I found it’s becoming harder for me to feel this way for reasons that haven’t come to light. One time, not long ago, my whole cheeks were wet of tears at the end of “The Imitation Game”, a film which retrospected the incredible life and achievements of Alan Turing, a highly talented pioneer of computer science and A.I. His pains were also on me when he struggled to fight for his honor and belief against ignorance and malevolence from people he used to save. Then came the season of my graduation from college and the end of my internship. I smiled and talked to my colleagues and classmates as usual while feeling a kind of pain in my throat. The thought that I might never see them again stung me, but when I tried to tell them that they meant a lot to me and I would miss all the great time we shared together, I failed to say it out, holding my oriental connotation. I’m getting emotional probably because I’m getting older inside, I cry for others for them bringing my experience and memories back to me, I cry for my real life for realizing time’s tick-tacking without hesitation and sympathy. I feel emotional probably because I’m aware that nothing endures forever and cherishing sth precious before it actually passes away may be a better idea than mourning afterwards.