A long time ago, and I really think it was a long time ago. I have had always this thing in my mind, a question – just a small question, without any answer, since it has no answer. Yet I had no answer, nor I have any urge to find any answer.
Notes
Have you ever woke up in the morning with sunshine from a higher ground already touching your eyes? The warm light is shining brightly just like calling you…. But wait! Is not about you going to leave this mortal world in early morning.
I don’t want to see the world anymore…
A first sound comes in humble harmony through my shallow consciousness. But why…? Why must those words, question by question are popping up out of nowhere.
Sometime, and some other many times, life is just (more or less) about human point of views. And all views is about understanding, or perhaps the capability of knowing and accepting things that we call as belief. So there, including what we belief as the right things and their opposite – the (perhaps) wrong things.
In this life, what do people aim, wish, search, and so on? A friend ever said to me, that she wanted to become rich, so she can offer her parents with good houses; other spook to me that he wanted to become rich, so he can work to serve humanity with less burden, so he can help more people with less worry. So I said, then be rich to both of them.
They’ve said that we humans are not so different each other, even essentially isn’t has any different at all, yet when we look other what are we really seeing? Did we really see the same humanity, the same joy, the same sadness, the same happiness, the same despair? Or just we see other and put ourself in some form of empathizing or sympathizing?
There are many precious things from time to time in our lives, scattered along the path we walk on. Randomly came, and sometimes gone forever. Even when we face it, sometime we just not really look at it.
I never know whether the words of yours made of lie or truth, I never got whether those glares would lead me to heaven or dragged my soul into the deepest abyss. But one think I do understand, that you are the life which never has a temple where I can worship it, you are the freedom which I can not chain it into some worldly boundaries.
I do love everything just being simple, perhaps since I am a complicated person. If I put something more complicated into my life, it would ruin everything. So a minimal exposure of complicated matters would be my policy, whether inside or outside.
I know somehow this moment above our land is unspeakable, simply wondering if we can put all of this feeling into some right words. But no matter how we express it, the gratitude and joy just flow naturally within this thin cold air.
