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.
Friday, December 23, 2011
the routine made ordinary until death...
Exercising the routine and make yourself an ordinary person.Be a benchmark of not ordinary stories. But not what I see and felt. The most powerful if they just stop by and have a chit chat on just an ordinary topics. They don't. Life and thoughts made ordinary. Everywhere. Almost all the time. And the result is a pain in the neck, in the legs, and in the stomach. Am I a victim of mistakes? Or it is very much a part of a plan? Being conceptual, being mistaken for a life with almost everybody in it. But life out there is being made ordinary. Even to a person who is nearing death or dead. The living and the ordinary treating the dead as just as ordinary as them. Sesungguhnya Allah menyimpan segala rahsia yang banyak lagi belum ditemui dalam bentuk pengetahuan dan diapplikasikan kepada kehidupan. Allahuakbar.
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