Walking down the road

It is the rain of my soul and poured when the storm raging in my mind. When feelings and logics are tangle between right or wrong and win or lose. They are raising many funny questions and silly confusions along the line. These all are happening because I'm walking down the road I choose.

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Location: Paris van Java, West Java, Indonesia

I was born in Bandung, April 1976, and spent most of my education time in that same city. Living in a cool town with a moderate muslim family, somehow become important factors that carving my character. I'm a big fan of any satay, pempek and rujak (anything sweet-lah), and I created this notes as a place where I can write everything that crossed my mind. This writing is more like a journal, footsteps I leave behind as reminder mostly for myself and probably for my descendants. If you, readers, able learning one or two good things from this notes, that was really more than my expectation. Yet if I wrote something wrong or you have different opinion from mine, please let me know, will you? You also have to excuse me for that matter because I'm aware I'm no writer at all.

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

to Hope or not to...

Hope create expectation,
and when you cannot have you expected,
it's leads to frustration,
I learned this along time ago,
when the moon was full,
give everything without wanting any,
it's easy to say and so hard to do,
and learned to let go all of things,
the only problems was,
How can I express it?
How can I make people understand?
How can I say it?
without making any regrets, anger and confusion,
the funny thing is that....
after letting go all the wishes,
I'm still hoping something,
that everything will be allright,
is that wrong?

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