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.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
the stolen past...?
Actually nothing has been stolen from anybody. But why it seems we have been caught in a time situation of a stolen past? Everybody seems to steal something from everybody. Some are raped of their ego, dignity, and integrity. But in the process of consciousness, we seem to be back to where we ought to belong. Nothing is stolen from anybody. Not even the past and the present. Sudah Satu Ketentuan. Allahuakbar.
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