I’ve been on my own full mind lately, so I nearly has no time to write something. Somehow, I do think I understand what it means entering a new chapter, well it’s not the first time, but it’s rather a new arch in this life. Read more…
Tag: life
This evening we have lunch, but before that – I never imagine if there will be a gift presented to me (well, I know its February, and I won’t get any next 14th since I am already leaving). Read more…
This afternoon, I spent hours for my last rode on this old capital, just passed some memorable streets and buildings. I no longer know, whether this day belong to dry or rainy season, all I know that I wish to see all those memorable intersections and corners once more, just for once more.
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.
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?
The first time we met, I though I saw a fairy standing in front of me. Came from a sacred forest which I never heard of nor ever imagined of. You walked gently to me, as if your steps never touched the ground, as if you were hovering gently toward me. As if you owned those legendary colourless wings of the fairies.
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.
