Of Having An Inspiration..

Here. Again.

The desire to write something.

To let thoughts out of my head.

To find the right words.

From "Outcry From The Woods".

Through  "Harvesting Rice in Germany"

To "The Last Bridge Before New York"

More than ten (10) years of writing.

It should come to endings.

And finally to printing.

To Books!!

Write, Fighter!



 

 

 

It comes like a swift wind...

Losing someone happens in a blink of an eye.

We can never be prepared, and we have to hold onto happy memories we have shared to those who have passed. It is then that memories turn to treasures. This is how what keeps them alive in our hearts and our minds.

Death reminds us that life is so precious, and that we have to be thankful of every minute, and we that we should enjoy every day consciously and to its fullest.

To AF, my heartfelt condolences.

P.S. May we...

May we find the love and life we want to live.

The woods. A cat. A running man....

There are times that I feel like a mirthless cactus  in the midst of a desert.

On such moments, thinking am alone and lost, I try to be resilient. I do try to be rigid and unchanging, irregardless of the disturbances happening around me.

It is a damn, hard thing. Sometimes, I do feel swayed away from my heedfulness.

I went through several paths, and I left some unhappy circumstances behind. I made people sad, and I do feel sorry about those times.

But.... it was for good reason. It was for the sake of happiness. I try to be honest to myself. To never pretend that things are alright when they ain't not. I want to live my life of my choice.  

What keeps me going?

Well, it is the tranquility of  the forest. The gracefulness and sweetness of a Felis catus. The tenderness of a running man.

At the moment, I just swim along with the tides. I have no directions. Just floating around. Enjoying the moments.

The journey itself...is the goal. Nothing on the list.

Goodnight, everyone!