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.
Saturday, October 17, 2015
An empty space of silence?
Life begins as a universal self. But distorted by cultural norms and values creating another world of our own resulting in a perceptual self that satisfies all sorts of odd situations and circumstances. Do we have other choices? Wallahualam. Hanya Allah Yang Maha Mengetahui. Allahuakbar.