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Sunday,Aug 30 2009, 02:46:48 AMOblivion
Oblivion
All stories begin w/ once upon a time or it was then. This story started nowhere; it doesn't even have a definite topic to discuss. But it has a tale to tell and ii concerns w/ the most ordinary that can be found everywhere.
I'm sitting in front of the computer; my mind is screaming of the many words I ought to fill this empty space that seemed to haunt me. They were my dreams that I longed to live and share to the world. Not for myself but for others who wanted to unveil their eyes to the beauty of reality. I don't exactly know what to tell them. My Life is indeed the sweetest gift.
So I begin w/ the thought that life is short-lived. We are born and then we can die. We don;t know when, we don't witness how, but we know and there is nothing we could do about it. So what is living if we continue to build riches but not our souls? Great minds have already showed us how to live this earthly life w/ ease and confidence that we can prevail aboe all things. But still, we haven't found the answers to so many questions.
Sometimes, I am too troubled how my mind manipulates me into wanting something that I know can make me regret in the end. This make me conclude that evil is not an external force. It's a bottlefield exists within our inner self which makes it hard for use to fight and overcome it. In this contemporary age of existence, we don't even know ourselves anymore so we could not go deeper so we could go not go deeper into it and fight the battle.
Life is always so many things to be done','many compromises to fulfill' and'goals' to achieve'. We miss to look at that tiny detail that makes life worth a journey like happiness--something so perfect that none of us can hardly achieve. Even at the verge of death, sometimes it becomes late to find it.
I want to be a living proof of that gift is called LIFE. I sm not frustrated though I am as many mind and my body dictates. But I keep on believing...
My teacher once told me that writers are those who unveil the eyes of those who could not express themselves. I know I have lifted my own veil and I am happy, regardless of what I would do.
The story never started somewhere so it will never end anywhere. The point is, I can always stop. And if I do, there it will remain untouched though changed, it can be told a million times by anyone even if he or she has not read this text.
This story is ours. It is to be told
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