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, May 19, 2015
life is a story...a memory..
Whatever the grandiose and fanfare, from whom and by whom, near and far, it all eventually boils down to only memories. It could be a sad one, it could be all happiness. Can that be? It could be a regret, and it could be a blessing. Life is a story of memories. Not a minute another person is greater and bigger than the other person. It is all in the memories. And is that what happiness is all about no matter who and how and if only you knew it? Wallahualam. Sesungguhnya hanya Allah Yang Maha Berkuasa lagi Menguasai Segala-GalaNYA. Allahuakbar.
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