Trust, a funny word with a deep meaning.
On most case, I preferably say that trust is like fingernails, useful, hard, soft, easily clipped.
It's really funny because when i was younger, this is just some other BS, and then again as age eats me, it makes me thinking why can't I clip those, but always other people seem to cut my fingernails.
True they always grow everyday and we must cut them if they starts to rage and uncontrollable.
Sometimes when someone has to cut my fingernails for some good reason they have, I just never want to have those fingernails growing again. And at other time in my age, i got new insight that it is okay to clip that nails a little just to make it more beautiful, true when the cut is too deep on the flesh, it may bleed, it may scratch, and only time will heals.
I started to think, what is it in me that people want to cut my fingernails so bad.
Is it my attitude, is it my wrong doings? Or is it just plain karma?
God will never give answer to these questions, but The Almighty gives another way, you know that God works in a funny way that human can even logically interpret, but what?
I'm not asking for much, just a clarity, when did I do wrong.
Am I not worth of having a fine fingernails without having someone close to me accidentally or on purpose cut them?
Current mood song
Ed Sheeran - Lego House
the boy who tries to
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Yes, But, and And Also
Hi, i just want to express a simple phrase that means a lot to my feeling right now
Yes I am a fool, klutz, jester, clown, and whatever, But I am not stupid, and also, I do have a heart and consciousness.
Yes I am a fool, klutz, jester, clown, and whatever, But I am not stupid, and also, I do have a heart and consciousness.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
breakeven
it is not easy being a human with emotions
thus it is very hard that we need to live with problems too
i know that a lot of people has problems of their own, even much more worse problem compared to mine
but how does one manage to keep cool despite of the problem he has?
how does one act so carelessly around the people who has their own problem?
ignorance? it's a bliss, i tell me.
how does one changes from his carelessness and take a step toward becoming a better person?
i'm aware it is not my power to judge people, but that got me thinking neither did they.
but my real question tonight, how am i going to take a step next time?
thus it is very hard that we need to live with problems too
i know that a lot of people has problems of their own, even much more worse problem compared to mine
but how does one manage to keep cool despite of the problem he has?
how does one act so carelessly around the people who has their own problem?
ignorance? it's a bliss, i tell me.
how does one changes from his carelessness and take a step toward becoming a better person?
i'm aware it is not my power to judge people, but that got me thinking neither did they.
but my real question tonight, how am i going to take a step next time?
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
The Grief of The Jester
the night is colder than usual
the breeze is sharper than any day
the douse of rain is shattering the bones
the knight always come to rescue the princess
yet the jester remains the same
amusing, entertaining, but then again, a fool
alone on his mule, yet the jester feels nothing
nothing but pain, loneliness, and grief
with the fake smiles and heartwarming jokes he lives on
needn't know of the truth, blindsided, and duped
the jester can't find any light of divinity
yet again the duty of a jester is to amuse
rumors yet to come
about the knight in shining armor and the princess
unaware of the jester's presence,
yet again the jester is a fool
exiled feeling are all the feeling he felt
the only thing he knows best is to entertain
setting aside his own deep feelings
gathering attention, cope along with the knight and the princess
little did they know, the jester needed more
day by day hungry for awareness the jester lives in despair
as days gone by, withering hope is all he can have
shimmering pages have left and not a single thing he get
other's laughter is his pleasure but deep inside, he breaks down
the more pages i read the more I wept
after all I am the Jester
Saturday, December 10, 2011
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