Happiness: Treasure of Life?
Maybe some
happiness is just some beginner’s luck. It’s not even a linear or a
continuum line. Maybe it is fully origin from probability. Happiness is
also a bit of riddle. It’s not always a person, place, or thing. Plus,
you can’t tag it like some photographs on your social network thingy. So
I discover it is like a riddle, a puzzle, a mashed-personality battle,
and a treasure of life (what i point here is you need to breath it,
bless it, not just tag it as one of your attribute. It's not a thing
after all haha..).
If you are true to yourself,
chances are you’ll discover a happiness that works for you. You’re a
hard working person? Happiness is on your finger. You’re a dreamer?
Definitely happiness is hiding on your ceiling. Imagine, catch it before
the stars are all closed, and then blink. Soon Ginny will take you on a
whole new world trip. In other words, happiness works differently for
every person, we're all aware of that. But I’m hoping for a another way.
And a place to stay.
The Discomfort Zone
Life
isn’t a song or a script of melodrama TV show. You’re not in love with
the whim of a God or a cupid’s confetti shower. You choose to be happy
and strive for it. Two of my best friends are having problems with
comfort zone. They tend to loosen appetite for what they’d hold. And
yet, today they uttered me it was a pleasant moment for them to
rearrange their priority when the comfort zone has already became the
discomfort zone. Sometimes we need to be less self-consciousness or
anyway you get too sentimental and your nerve breakdown.
When
something extraordinary happened, when your heart’s getting crushed,
when your leg won’t tolerance of pain, when you are care free with life,
when your head is sore to the max you can't even breath. There comes
these minutes when you are conscious that what’s happened before is not
the real story. Well, if you like to know the real story, it is the one
ahead of you. It is still in the lead of a railway path of your future
life. Perhaps lies in your second chance choices.
Cutting The Knot
It
was a hippie moment for me when the need of a twenty-five-years-old
ally seemed to mirror my own. As if to make clear that she understood
me to the core. She thinks that it felt weird to get back to the
miss-you-miss-me circumstance. Sometimes it was more like empty and
edgy. Nevertheless, accumulation of our chaotic evaluation about the
hormonal (yet bleak) episodes in life deal a result. We’re getting
pissy! and relationship isn’t what it used to be anymore.
In
the contrary, the whole survival guide ever created didn’t help much if
misery knocking at my poor hollow heart. The hardest.. I couldn’t
imagine never smelling him again.
It’s Time You Saw What I Want You to See
Why
don’t you fill the basket with things you want and I’ll go to the other
side of the town avoiding you. Maybe I’ll be gone to another country
for a while just learn how to fly. Maybe you can join me fishing if you
think the water is fine, in day, month, or year. I won’t hold you for
nothing. I’m all that. And I won’t refuse to take you for real. You are
just the way you are. Soon, when we are feeling better and get what we
found, maybe we can share a table and cherished the life with its new
point of view.
I probably end up a drifter and lonely. But I'm still hoping for a change of heart. And a place to start.
Thank you Monster of Folk, my partner, and bestfriends.
