Friday, August 23, 2013

Feelings...

Feelings are difficult things...

Sometimes it's pretty easy to tell what you feel.. like when you get a present for your birthday or go to your favourite restaurant eating your favourite food, it makes you feel happy. But during other times... especially as you get older... happiness doesn't just revolves around your favourite food or favourite singer... it changes...

You'll start to feel happy for someone else,  feel sad when they are too, miss them, and have this excited feeling by just the thought of seeing them again...

it's weird...

It's like you can't really focus on the things you need anymore.
It's like your priorities have shifted.
It's like nothing else in this world matter as much as that one person...
Like... you'll die for that person...

How is this possible?

Even Einstein doesn't have the answer to that.

Human nature... that's what I've heard from my peers. A phenomenon unable to be cracked by logic.

But there's a catch...

Not all roads are smooth.

On a certain route...
There comes the heart break... where you think life is meaningless without them... where you think you won't be able to move on any longer. ..
Where you feel that by ending this hell would make everything better...
But it doesn't...

What is this?

Why am I feeling this way?

I don't know.

How can I stop?

Break your heart...

How?

Sunday, August 18, 2013

ummi, mama, ibu, mom, mother...





Today, was a fine day...

We were going out, wanted to grief for his mercy...
Then I saw a young girl carrying her belongings to the elevator, I smiled to myself at the memories of my now very far away family... but wait...

A very exhausted looking woman was tagging along behind her carrying a huge load with her as she staggered on. An item slipped from her hands,

"next time be careful when you bring my things," said... the girl...

My heart sank.




Today was a fine day...
We were in a cafeteria, praising his creations...
Then I saw a young girl, probably around 5 tugging and pulling an enormous trash can, I frowned.
How could someone treat her in such a way? she was innocent, so very young.

A very exhausted looking woman walked behind her wearing a sad expression. she reached out with her dirty hands to collect trash,

"don't worry mother, I'll do that. Your hands are too pure to touch such things," said... the girl...

My heart enlightened.



Our mother is the person who gave birth to us.
She is not perfect.
She is not rich.
But she was, and still is the person who loves us right from the start,
Who cared for us when anyone else wouldn't,
who would kiss us goodnight and keep us in her arms in a stormy night.

So what is she to us?

She should be our queen.
She should be our hero.
She should be the one we love the most.

So should we treat her like a slave?
No.

Should we shout at her for thinking she's wrong?
No.

Should we leave her lost and never come back?
No.

She's our mother, our only mother we have and will ever have...
so don't you love her?