A part of me would be very happy of where am I now.
Another part would be very disappointed, because I couldn’t have the trivial parts.
After all the talk of the insignificant speck dust in the universe and how life is over-rated.
I am still a human after all.
There’s an immeasurable darkness in my heart, and it kept growing due to the uncertainty nature of the reality.
However, dark may it seems, uncontrollable may it be. I still refused to be controlled by it and may lights shine through eventually.
Never doubt me for my commitment on something, I may falter and fall but I will always return and fix all the mistakes I made.
Done it on the last weekend and finally have the chance to visit the infamous Cafe Batavia as well. Last time I visited here the area is crowded with exhibition, this time it was the sea of people and the sellers as well as tweenies from school.
I stopped and looked at the back today
Do I see beauty?
Do I see destructions?
I never know
Because none ever matters
Matters no one ever.
Love letter written by the kids, child’s play they say
The heart speak I say.
I always said that the concept of truth is like the horizon, a person stands in one place wouldn’t be able to grasp what others see.
Put it simply to fulfill the concept, you can see it, others can see it, but nobody can comprehend what is the absoluteness of truth, it’s because each one sees what they want to see. A different perspective for every person.
Just like the door, all we can think are “is it bolted?” “is it locked?” “is somebody just closed it?” or ”are we the one that lost the key?”
What if I tell you, that the key or lock did not exist and the door is a figment of our imagination, painted by an artist which makes we believe that we’re being locked out. Just like the concept of a horizon-slash-truth, you wanted to see a door and its lock, you’ll see a locked door. Where as in other’s perception the locked door might not exist at all.
Now if you still see a locked door, turn back and take a look. You’re being locked outside, where fate always cross, chances are always present like inconsistency and beauty hides itself in chaos.
Bromo Tengger Semeru
I guess I am still lucky to be able to see such sights in my lifetime.
Cheers
I wonder, if you really missed the past you had and all the people on it. Do you also miss the state of being with me?
I promise myself today and forever one thing; “In my pursuit of happiness, never ever it will across my thought at the very least, to destroy the happiness, the feeling and the laying foundation of life of somebody else, because I wouldn’t know whether the people that I’ve hurted will recover from all the pain or never at all.”
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