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.
Monday, January 14, 2013
overdosed...
It does not really matter, one can easily developed into some kind of a person results from an overdosed of some form of protection, mental and physical, real or fantasy. We are being built into it. The in-built hatred and the in-built kindness. Being possessed? We can never really be free. Somewhat we live under a kind of a spell. Should we fall under the category of an overdosed of something, then life is indeed a challenge. It can be a life long struggle trying to be free and trying to set things right and proper. Can we? Mohonlah Petunjuk dan Hidayah dari Allah. Allahuakbar.
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