If there is, truely a pandora's box,existed somewhere in this world,I would like to possess it,unleashed all the so called,evils-of-the-world,just to make room,for me to crawl inside it.and live.
There is no need for pandora's box, the world is already have enough of the evil inside it. How can we ever survive? Are we a part of it? or just pretending not to be?
.. when each day is a holiday.weekending is daying,houring is minuting.walking is indeed, running,or else, sleeping.And there goes my age.
World's spinning too fast, I can hardly catch my breath.
Still, silly as a kid searching for fishes,in a dried pond in the midst of arid desert.Silly as me.
Honesty is a real big deal when dealing with unintended mistake. When one is honest over a misunderstanding, one will indeed be admired by the one who mistake is casted upon. Honesty brings another different kind of atmosphere, to compensate the gloomy previous state of crisis which will bring those two people closer together, tied by invisible string of trust. And the future encounter will of cause be a great pleasure for both party.
There I left again, a door open ajar.On the leather, I hanged a bag aside.Then I said, in silent,
"I'm gonna leave it again"
"This time for something simpler".
Nothing on my wallet,
which I toasted aside,
the day I torn asunder.I search not a place,but a space, a chance to be human.Uninfluenced by the outsiders.
But this day I am back together,
One piece, but complete.I want no more than I need.A job ,but not a force to work.
A fortune, but not prosperous.A mind, not extremist one.
I cast my absurd dream,
submitting to the righteous.The one I must obey,
to be a thrall, humble, unobtrusive,
to the only One above.to the only God I know.
Waking up each day, give us every reason to forget the past, mostly the cruelest of day. But the sound of alarm, the smell of toast, the recognition of habits, revealed hundred of thought of who we were, the product of previous state of existence. Forgetting is not the only way out. holding on is not even a good option. We should let some, we grab some, we value the things we still hold on to. We try our best to be victimise, just to be judge by ourselves. For the future won't be far better or worst. Its just the way we handle the truth, could stipulate of who we are and who we are supposed to be.
4th January 2011
