Rain drop keeps falling on my head. It falls everyday telling me to write something or whatever I can write about. Well, I have decided to see the world in a more old-fashioned way and touch on our common, humble, unique, and heroic sensitivities that define the sorrow and happiness of our existence.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
It was not as it was...
..and things can never be the same. Despite the look alike of everybody and everything, avoid yourself from the old normative thought that says `there he is, he seems like yesterday.' Way back that year, that day, that moment, he is a desperate person for something he does not have. And you are his saviour then. Now, not anymore, he has lots of it. Does he care? Not this time around. I have to move on. Yes I have to move on with sincere hope that things do not change. Don't have to be that emotional. It is an opportunity to gather some strength in getting things done. It was not as it was. Or that is what it is meant to be. So look up and look forward for things can never be the same again. Ever.
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