Desiderata

The lessons we keep from ourselves are the lessons that kills us the most. It kills us knowing that the time we spent to cherish a special moment with a special someone is destined to be wasted at the end of every line. Life is indeed an irony, you see, we look for that thing that could make us happy. It's human nature, we look for the things that aren't there, thus, it is what dreams are made of; the things that we think could make up our life cycle. Sometimes I rather don't dream at all and life might be easier I suppose, but no. When we were engaged in school our mentors often ask us "what do you want to become when you grow up?" and every year I answered differently, one time I want to be a ballerina because I've seen Barbie and the Nut cracker, hehehe! I asked my teacher " Why did you become a teacher?", I don't remember her answer anymore. When I finished high school I never even thought of an exact path I want to become because I was a freelancer, I believe what I want to believe, after all we humans are just passer by in this mortal world. It is the society that demands your will to become what you are, and it is that what they call "reputation"that calls you by your name... I rather wish to become a fairy in the wild and I live in my own free will, however I was born to be wild instead, ahahha! <just being funny>

The happiness you see in another person is a different kind of fulfillment, especially if that person is the reason why you wake up each day, why you smile at work, why you think deep, makes you laugh with corny jokes. Little things. Simple but memorable.

Space is a figure that we cannot measure, it maybe near yet too far to reach... the thoughts that we assume true maybe just a falsification of what is actually perceived by our senses. The thoughts that we think maybe false could be the truth we have been seeking a long time ago, ages ago when you met at day one. The space that binds you is the same space that breaks you apart, the space you breathe in together is the space where it poisons you, together you separate in your space that was all a falsification of that feeling they call LOVE. Yes, the LOVE word again, I wonder what is the etymology of that word and why the world go crazy about it....

But what then? Nobody owns your time, space, life, free will but you.. and only you can choose how to be happy, in the right time with the right amount of space.