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, October 23, 2013
a strategy..
A word for word, mark for marks, but not this time around. A high score for a small effort. An anger for a smile. How could it can be a cure to ailments of pain and suffering, in heart and mind? A cure could be in a long journey but of no good to the mind and brain. A millionaire in the making but with no definite strategy? A stretch is not a stretching. A long time is not in the whole day. A secret is of no secret. A wait is not just in waiting. A walking is not just in a walk. A success is not just in the dollar and the ringgit. It could just be a dream. It could be just an empty space with no liking and no smiling. An endless seeking and discovery of anything. In the process, the discovery of whole life, whole self, the strategy. Wallaualam. Allahuakbar.
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