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.
Saturday, December 17, 2011
it is a silent world...
They, she or he, can be very brave writing in private but not in the presence of others or in public. Being alone and writing SMS has a face of that nature that seems to be all personal, hideous, and in secrets. Again I am talking about the sound of silence and can be a very selfish, small, or can be very big but a dubious world. But transferring that world to the realm of specific skills and making it public is hell broke loose. Silence is good and laudable, but when silence knows not its humble origin, life can be a hell and an overture impious of so many problems and issues we have never heard and seen before. Culture and social displayed an ego, big and bombast in human relationship. Allah is Great. Despite the big voice and the display of big, grand, and bombast events, down deep in side of everyone is such a small world that yearns for forgiveness and help. It is indeed a silent world that lends no true support in terms of health, personal motivation and psychology. Hanya Allah Yang Maha Mengetahui akan segala rahsia ciptaanNya. Allahuakbar.
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