A simple piece of art which accounts a love found and a love lost. It captures an instantaneous moment some time in my life which awakened my soul and shed light to a dark and cold life.
TO LOVE OR NOT TO LOVE
(Saddest thing in life – memories can never be buried into oblivion…)
Once in our lives, we come to pass by a blissful world, where nothing really matters but the moment we stood in an unexplainable slice of time and space. It is where it feels like tomorrow won’t mean a thing and yesterdays are just raindrops of a stormy evening.
It is when laughter would speak of forever and instantaneous pain can be bearable. It is when the night sky is painted with fascinating stars that shimmers along with the cold breeze that warmth one’s tender soul. A day, a minute or even a second of incomparable happiness is felt with every grain of heavenly belongingness that is share. Meaning has been brought to one’s life in this absurd world. Even in that tremendous heavy downfall, one will withstand to hold on that very perfect moment. Each day is a gift of life cherish through one’s presence. Each footstep leads to something unforgettable.
From those days that seemed to be dull and stressful, someone was there to help me manage. My burdensome work seems so easy and enjoyable, because someone is there. I may sleep very late at night or even dawn yet I get by and continue the day with a smile. In every food I partake, no matter what it was (exotic, normal, street food, or even just fries), I thank God for sharing such grace with someone. When I need a talk, I just grab my phone or a paper and a pen and someone was there to reply. My life was so blessed knowing that I can walk in this world’s lonely streets with the warmth feeling that someone was there beside me. Because of someone, i have learned to believe in those things that freak me out to death. I have enjoyed even those boredom some days where I just sit with someone whose presence is enough to calm my restless soul. I was perfectly happy. Everything was created as if it was an art made by God. In the crowd of many people where it is difficult to find one’s place, I felt that I was home with someone-someone that bought me back from being sold to the abyss of loneliness and darkness.
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