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.
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
the days...
The days are somewhat different now. Gone are the days of big spending, making a daring and big move. I must be cautious and careful in the decisions made day to day. But this does not mean I should be thinking small. Just throwing the idea of planning on things I do and would not do. Even I have to plan on thoughts and thinking. Big thoughts, yes I should but first think of small step before making a giant step. And yesterday, I dream of snakes of rarely seen colors but striking and beautiful slipping through a soft and small grasp of a hand palm. Does it symbolize beauty despite the danger and the poison? And as from now I must let things slip through slowly before it can be considered as over. Is that what that dream is all about? Kepada Allah saya menyerah dan berserah. Allahuakbar.
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