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, July 14, 2012
Refuses through time...
Looking into my roles, they just refuse to look at me as a person who just have to play his role. As a father, I have a role to play. So is as a a husband and as a lecturer. Do they allow you to be as one of a kind? But sometimes the fault is in me. I don't really see me as playing that role at that particular time. Sensing the irregularities, they take advantage on your soft spot. So that is why all the refusals? Sometimes it is better to be a blind person to something than a 100% conscious of what is going on. The one who laughs last is the one who was made not to see things earlier. Is that what it means by progress in knowledge? Allah is Great. Allahuakbar.
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