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.
Notes
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.
We see our surrounding freely if we got a pair of good eyes sight, but poorly when we lost it. But, being honest, our sight is so limited, that we can not see everything directly. And we put so many thing to extent our sight to certain degree, and the most tool that human has developed to compensate the border of their sight, is faith or belief.
Somehow, I feel I wish to hide myself beyond the sanctuary of life, beyond the crowded path that we pass everyday. Between one breath to another, I see a deep tiredness as there are heavy atmospheres that one can not avoid. Perhaps I really became insensitive and careless about my surrounding to the point where I see life as an existence that lack of creativity.
I walk to the unknown, toward where the light is born. I am wondering what is behind all this excitement. Is not that I dislike a journey, perhaps since I met the traveler on that very night, my soul became a wanderer through joy and calmness.
Once upon a time, life an arrogant man in a small town, he may not be a rich man, but not so poor either. Just say he has some high chair within the town council, enough to keep him living in prosperity.
Like I said, people dislike being alone, even there might be a moment when all one needs is loneliness. Being together, bring about togetherness is what people seek to support one’s social needs. But, it doesn’t mean that you have to – intentionally – create a party or anything like that to summon togetherness into your very life – except you are an extraordinary lonely person, but I wish you aren’t, are you?
Back when I was about 8 – 10 years old, I used to think that the word “home” and “house” were having the same meaning in English, “a place where you live“, or at least, they have the same translation when come into my native language. But then I found, they were not used in the same manner. Commonly when we said “house“, it implied that we need something physically build to refer it.
