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.

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Reason?

We always forced to believed,
every thing happens 'cause a reason,
when we asked God what?
all wiseman says those words,
most of the time,
we refuse to accepted those,
try to reasoning everything by our minds,
and in the end,
we wasting our time,
thinking to much,
you see my friend,
if those reasons belong to God,
then He must be the only one who know them,
so try to let go will ya?
walk again, run again,
there still a vast field out there,
waiting for you,
not your stupid reasoning...

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