At The Door to The Memory
For bit more longer, we’re still gonna be here. Walking into the room we are, and we miss the early gone….
Never we expect high when we stepped into this space at the beginning, this is just another temporary shelter we drop by and try to give a little meaning. We were prepared and knew this is gonna be our short stay only. Honestly, in fact in the end this place never be extraordinary enough to touch our heart.
It is quiet here, those voices are what start fading. It is empty here, those presences are what start disappearing. Some start leaving, and the playful tunes we ever throw to the air start losing the volume. This setting is becoming so hollow. Not the place we are missing, but your being here with us.
It should be just a regular cycle that we’ve been through so many times. But, somehow, it’s been so much different for us. Perhaps, for some irregular fluctuative matters beyond our expectation in this short span of time…
At the door to the memory, we just try to enjoy the last days we have here with the last remaining, appreciating the most before we move on.
Questions of Love
Working on ideas or inspiration, we tend to avoid the straightforward theme of ‘love’, even worse from the shallow and cheesy one. They are everywhere already, let alone songs talk about love, they are massive. Can’t we really talk about something else?
However, it has been since past few weeks we can’t hardly run away from our another encounter of love. Its streams fly us high to unlimited sky, dive us in to the deep ocean and drop us back to the puzzling new ground. It blows like a gentle breeze but impulsively may storm like an icy wind. We’ve been sucked in chaos cosmos. We are caught inside.
Trying to get out is an attempt to sync with its wild random pace. But, honestly, we may not even intentionally want to get out of it. Despite its cold-hearted arbitrary treatment it may offer, even with some degree of reluctance, we love to stay in this saga, being washed away by the tide of the sea of love.
Someone else may accused this as a dull appreciation, like we do at some point of our time. But, really, when we are once again back in this epic, there are so many paintings we want to sketch down, so many songs we want to compose, so many photographs we want to capture the moment, so many words we want to write down, because so many questions we are wondering for the answers.
We are breathing in love, and we wander its intimacy no matter how cruel can be. And we do understand why others feel the same. At this moment, we don’t mind. Let’s talk about love!
To Be A Better Man
The presence of other people in our days is never an accident; it is a destined for a reason. Anybody surrounds us – either relatives, friends, people on the street, totally strangers, or whoever they are – play their own role to make this life worth living. That’s what we believe in.
Unfortunately for us, it is much easier to understand the reason of their presence in many uplifting situations. Some are being there to be relied on, lift us back up when we are down, some simply accompanying us through the joy of living to make us feel even higher, some make ourselves feel so valuable and meaningful for the gifts we can share with them.
Then, recently we bumped to the awkward and uncomfortable moment when person’s existence was a clash. Worse, as the events have led us to wrongdoing to handle the stage, the out of control self that make us feel unworthy and ashamed for the mistakes and wrong we’ve done. This is sore time when the encounter with other people push us unsturdy, face down to the ground.
This is the hurting experience when the presence of others not so easy to be appreciated, a question of the meaning, an awful incident that we wish never was an entry in our diary.
Still, we guess, that is nothing to ignore at all. Other people always present in this journey for a reason, even in the most embarrassing way to remind us how far from perfect we are.
Gratefully and wholeheartedly:
“Thank you for the moment. Thank you for letting us slip to the shameful wrong we’ve done, coz then we learn and help us to be a better man.”
Under the stars of the night, we share our dreams together.
This week, by chance, has been an intense reunion week with many friends we’ve never meet for long time, even years.
Surely, it is time to catch up with each other’s stories, things we experience in separated space of universe. With smiles and laughter we shares some nice sweet events we felt blessed to have.
Then again, life is not merely a matter of passing it day by day full of flowery scenes in the beautiful garden. It is sometimes a fight for hope and dreams.
In the dark of night, under the stars, we share the shade spectrum of our dreams; the fail, the challenge, and bit achievements. It is not even a black and white, but a range of grey. Something in between, a bittersweet symphony.
The achievement itself perhaps not the real matter, but the passionate of pursuing and the rich experiences we may fall and rise back up. Thing for sure, we never be alone. Everyone has dream, and like everyone else, we fight to keep the candle alight, and friends around us always be good companies.
As we truly never know where the ends of the road and when our time comes, we will always be too young to stop dreaming and giving up our hope.
Keep dreaming and hoping for everything better, our friends; we’ll always be with you!
Sincere Wishes To the World
As universe is a wonder created to be amazed for its goodness, we are sorry for the wrong we’ve said and done.
With wide arms open, we are welcoming every bits of fresh brand new day, whatever it may offer.
Then, there is nothing worth saying, but all sincere good wishes to everyone!