Thursday, April 28, 2005
It's only a scene...
Well... I don't know why but I just wanna write this down... Two days ago I watch "passion of Christ" for the third time (I think...). It just happening taht I was so bored, then my housemate offer me his DVD. ".. I only got this... have you watch it before?.." Actually I already watch it twice before, but since I was so dang bored, "Hey! thanks man, ...No I havent watch this one, thanks again man!"
So my housemate left and then because of my recent work, rearrangeed and remake all my CV, jobs appliance and else, I forgot the DVD. I remember it later on when I tried to call my friends in Indonesia, asking how the business there (like an important investor...hihihi) and some how my oldphone got jammed (I dunno why tho... sometimes it just happen.. crap!) because of that(?).
To tell you the truth, since I am a moslem, all the storyline written in the movie was somewhat diverted from the real one (according to Holy Qur'an), but overall it had good editing sequence, good picture and angle, superb sound, and what else? Well the point I wanna say was the movie is dang good one...
And there was one scene which I always remember. The scene where the main character fall because his burden, a huge cross, in the alley, where his mother watch him from sideway, with... certain feelings (frankly... I dunno what should I used to describe her feelings...sad? love?). Then the sequence fall back to the days when the son was a child and he run down a slope steps, then fall down (I forgot how he fall... he just fall I guess... you know children, they always running around and scared the hell out of who ever become their nanny to death...I know because I've been become one). And then the mother run towards her child, caring nothing else only her child. Then she grab him, hug then carry the child by her arms, to their house, while comfort the child so he didn' cry a lot. And then the scene move back forward to the where it was actually happening. Looking her son tortured to death then carried so much weight till he fall, she run toward him, weeeping...
I don't know why.... my eyes are wet everytime watching this one scene, and yet I've already watch it three times.... Somehow that one part of the movie move my feelings a lot... Somewhat I remember whether I've been in that situation? (literally of course...)... and then I just cannot remember time event in my childhood, where I fall then my mom run towards me with that worries in her face...( the one thing, I remember was everytime I fall, yes she came to me with that "anger" in her face, then scold me, then give a loooong lecture why I shouldn't play and run on the street...well,... every person, especially a mother has certain way to show her child how much she loved him... and my mom... is just my mom...:D).
I don't know why I so moved, I mean I know my mom loves me, and I love her too but really that scene is something for me. I mean I watch how the main character tortured...I'm cool, watch him being crusified.... I'm still cool. Blood, wounded, gross and any pictures like that, I'm OK...I'm cool (i even already watched something worse than those...yet I'm like a rock...well, a little bit "euuhhhh..." sound though...:P). I don't know why I touched, is it because I'm pity him? the mother? or what? Is it because I'm touched how his mother loved him? Or I remember all my mistakes and all ignorance I made to my mom? I really don't know... I just know my eyes are wet...
Well, call me sissy if you want, call me mommy boy if you want and call me a gay (? What the hell is it have to do with this anyway?), I don't care. You can call me what ever you want and I still don't care at all. Mom I'm sorry for all mistakes I made, love you.
Like this phrase said, "...Heaven is under your mother feet..." so every happiness of a child lies within their mother. This is what I'm wanted, this is what I'm trying to accomplish now. and may Allah help me... amen.
So my housemate left and then because of my recent work, rearrangeed and remake all my CV, jobs appliance and else, I forgot the DVD. I remember it later on when I tried to call my friends in Indonesia, asking how the business there (like an important investor...hihihi) and some how my oldphone got jammed (I dunno why tho... sometimes it just happen.. crap!) because of that(?).
To tell you the truth, since I am a moslem, all the storyline written in the movie was somewhat diverted from the real one (according to Holy Qur'an), but overall it had good editing sequence, good picture and angle, superb sound, and what else? Well the point I wanna say was the movie is dang good one...
And there was one scene which I always remember. The scene where the main character fall because his burden, a huge cross, in the alley, where his mother watch him from sideway, with... certain feelings (frankly... I dunno what should I used to describe her feelings...sad? love?). Then the sequence fall back to the days when the son was a child and he run down a slope steps, then fall down (I forgot how he fall... he just fall I guess... you know children, they always running around and scared the hell out of who ever become their nanny to death...I know because I've been become one). And then the mother run towards her child, caring nothing else only her child. Then she grab him, hug then carry the child by her arms, to their house, while comfort the child so he didn' cry a lot. And then the scene move back forward to the where it was actually happening. Looking her son tortured to death then carried so much weight till he fall, she run toward him, weeeping...
I don't know why.... my eyes are wet everytime watching this one scene, and yet I've already watch it three times.... Somehow that one part of the movie move my feelings a lot... Somewhat I remember whether I've been in that situation? (literally of course...)... and then I just cannot remember time event in my childhood, where I fall then my mom run towards me with that worries in her face...( the one thing, I remember was everytime I fall, yes she came to me with that "anger" in her face, then scold me, then give a loooong lecture why I shouldn't play and run on the street...well,... every person, especially a mother has certain way to show her child how much she loved him... and my mom... is just my mom...:D).
I don't know why I so moved, I mean I know my mom loves me, and I love her too but really that scene is something for me. I mean I watch how the main character tortured...I'm cool, watch him being crusified.... I'm still cool. Blood, wounded, gross and any pictures like that, I'm OK...I'm cool (i even already watched something worse than those...yet I'm like a rock...well, a little bit "euuhhhh..." sound though...:P). I don't know why I touched, is it because I'm pity him? the mother? or what? Is it because I'm touched how his mother loved him? Or I remember all my mistakes and all ignorance I made to my mom? I really don't know... I just know my eyes are wet...
Well, call me sissy if you want, call me mommy boy if you want and call me a gay (? What the hell is it have to do with this anyway?), I don't care. You can call me what ever you want and I still don't care at all. Mom I'm sorry for all mistakes I made, love you.
Like this phrase said, "...Heaven is under your mother feet..." so every happiness of a child lies within their mother. This is what I'm wanted, this is what I'm trying to accomplish now. and may Allah help me... amen.
Monday, April 18, 2005
China Vs Japan, another War?
Why Japan ask China to apologize? The Chineesee protest in their own country is it? why Japan take this seriously? Is it because Japan campaign in the UN for its proposal becoming permanent member of defense comitee?
If we looked to the scale of protest intensity which raise in several of areas in china, Japan needs to pay attention to this protest. But then again it's believed the notive is not political, pride or some crap, like becoming member of UN defense comitee. It is all about money... the business which Japan invested in China is enermous. If the protest is not taking care well, the japaneese afraid that this will expand into a bigger issue which will affect its investment furthermore its stockmarket.
If we saw from couples of month ago, the trade volume in nikkei had a steady moved, compared to the one in hangseng, hongkong which fluctuated. If somehow the protest escalating, it will affected this two big market, postive or negative, is still unknown, but it will added pressure and wild cards.
We just hope this is not escalating into some kind of "war", cause when it does the one who benefited will be Uncle SAM, with their military power, will take this matter as an issue to enter the asian.
If we looked to the scale of protest intensity which raise in several of areas in china, Japan needs to pay attention to this protest. But then again it's believed the notive is not political, pride or some crap, like becoming member of UN defense comitee. It is all about money... the business which Japan invested in China is enermous. If the protest is not taking care well, the japaneese afraid that this will expand into a bigger issue which will affect its investment furthermore its stockmarket.
If we saw from couples of month ago, the trade volume in nikkei had a steady moved, compared to the one in hangseng, hongkong which fluctuated. If somehow the protest escalating, it will affected this two big market, postive or negative, is still unknown, but it will added pressure and wild cards.
We just hope this is not escalating into some kind of "war", cause when it does the one who benefited will be Uncle SAM, with their military power, will take this matter as an issue to enter the asian.
What is a "Friend" anyway?
Lately my mind was tickling by conversations I made with some of my friends, about relationship. Those conversations make me thinking again, what are exactly relationships between individuals? How you define those things?
I mean, some people says, "lets be friends..." or ".. you are my friend..." or ".. everyone here are my friends...", when they say those things, what exactly they have in their mind about the word "friend" anyway... Someone they can talk to? someone to share their feelings? Someone to share they dream? or the word "friend" is for everyone they meet in their life.
The reason why I write about these is because I'm afraid that my concept about human relationship with other, .....my relationship with other people... somehow a mistake or has flaws. This will not fair for other who I called me "friend" yet I never felt the same way for them... or vice versa... My so called "friend" never think me like one, probably worse... They thinking I just a hindrance in their life... In this case I have to said I'm sorry cause I never meant that way...
I understand that there are God-Human relationship, blood related/family relationship and other than that. Does "friend" relationship some how fit for the last kind of relationship? Well.. I think, mostly... yes... But I've heard people called some member of their family as a friend too... "...he is my cousin, yet he is also my closest friend...." or for some "enlightened" people they also say that God is their friend... (This really takes the topic to a new level...huh?)
According to Dictionary, the word friend will give you several meanings,
1. A person whom one knows, likes, and trusts.
2. A person whom one knows; an acquaintance.
3. A person with whom one is allied in a struggle or cause; a comrade.
4. One who supports, sympathizes with, or patronizes a group, cause, or movement.
5. Friend A member of the Society of Friends; a Quaker.
A mambo jumbo psychology books (I forgot who the author are...) describes that there are several invisible rings around ourself in term of relationship. In short those rings classified by how other people percieve you. They classified and named as
1. nobody: someone you never met in person,
2. know: someone you know it's name,
3. friend: someone you share your happiness,
4. close friend: someone you share your saddness also,
5. lover: someone you share your feelings and dreams,
6. husband-wive: someone you share your life and everything you have.
At first I laugh... this guy is lame how they can classified and describe something just like this.... Ha!.... Then I think again.. somehow they unreasonably match description, I mean at some point it does make sense. If I looked to those words, probably that what other people thinking when they build relationship with other, when they build their relationship with me...Is It true? well... I do not know... I'm no psychic... lol.
I also try to see where the word friend comes from. This is really blows me up.... Word History: A friend is a lover, literally. The relationship between Latin amcus “friend” and am “I love” is clear, as is the relationship between Greek philos “friend” and phile “I love.” In English, though, we have to go back a millennium before we see the verb related to friend. At that time, frond, the Old English word for “friend,” was simply the present participle of the verb fron, “to love.” The Germanic root behind this verb is *fr-, which meant “to like, love, be friendly to.” Closely linked to these concepts is that of “peace,” and in fact Germanic made a noun from this root, *frithu-, meaning exactly that. Ultimately descended from this noun are the personal names Frederick, “peaceful ruler,” and Siegfried, ”victory peace.” The root also shows up in the name of the Germanic deity Frigg, the goddess of love, who lives on today in the word Friday, “day of Frigg,” from an ancient translation of Latin Veneris dis, “day of Venus.” Well... beats me, don't ask me about love because up until the moment I write this, I still confuse about its meaning and concept...lol... The concept of love I understand are mother-love and God-love, beside that... it's still puzzle me out.
Anyway, I thinking again and I came to "momentary" conclusion. The word meaning can be anything from A to Z, but frankly I hate those classification like that, it's not nice building relationship classes like that, it's not humane thing to do. I did recognize that there are level of intensity here but for me the word "friend" has the same meaning as "share". If you share anything with me, even it's just only your name, then you're my friend allright.
So, the only thing I wished is that for everyone I called friend out there is to "share" (I'm not talking bout material here...lol) something, cause I'll do the same. And I hoped as the time goes by the level of intensity also increase.... that's what I'm thinking....
To all my so called friend out there.... I'm really sorry if I'm not make up your expectation and I wish I can know you better than before.
I mean, some people says, "lets be friends..." or ".. you are my friend..." or ".. everyone here are my friends...", when they say those things, what exactly they have in their mind about the word "friend" anyway... Someone they can talk to? someone to share their feelings? Someone to share they dream? or the word "friend" is for everyone they meet in their life.
The reason why I write about these is because I'm afraid that my concept about human relationship with other, .....my relationship with other people... somehow a mistake or has flaws. This will not fair for other who I called me "friend" yet I never felt the same way for them... or vice versa... My so called "friend" never think me like one, probably worse... They thinking I just a hindrance in their life... In this case I have to said I'm sorry cause I never meant that way...
I understand that there are God-Human relationship, blood related/family relationship and other than that. Does "friend" relationship some how fit for the last kind of relationship? Well.. I think, mostly... yes... But I've heard people called some member of their family as a friend too... "...he is my cousin, yet he is also my closest friend...." or for some "enlightened" people they also say that God is their friend... (This really takes the topic to a new level...huh?)
According to Dictionary, the word friend will give you several meanings,
1. A person whom one knows, likes, and trusts.
2. A person whom one knows; an acquaintance.
3. A person with whom one is allied in a struggle or cause; a comrade.
4. One who supports, sympathizes with, or patronizes a group, cause, or movement.
5. Friend A member of the Society of Friends; a Quaker.
A mambo jumbo psychology books (I forgot who the author are...) describes that there are several invisible rings around ourself in term of relationship. In short those rings classified by how other people percieve you. They classified and named as
1. nobody: someone you never met in person,
2. know: someone you know it's name,
3. friend: someone you share your happiness,
4. close friend: someone you share your saddness also,
5. lover: someone you share your feelings and dreams,
6. husband-wive: someone you share your life and everything you have.
At first I laugh... this guy is lame how they can classified and describe something just like this.... Ha!.... Then I think again.. somehow they unreasonably match description, I mean at some point it does make sense. If I looked to those words, probably that what other people thinking when they build relationship with other, when they build their relationship with me...Is It true? well... I do not know... I'm no psychic... lol.
I also try to see where the word friend comes from. This is really blows me up.... Word History: A friend is a lover, literally. The relationship between Latin amcus “friend” and am “I love” is clear, as is the relationship between Greek philos “friend” and phile “I love.” In English, though, we have to go back a millennium before we see the verb related to friend. At that time, frond, the Old English word for “friend,” was simply the present participle of the verb fron, “to love.” The Germanic root behind this verb is *fr-, which meant “to like, love, be friendly to.” Closely linked to these concepts is that of “peace,” and in fact Germanic made a noun from this root, *frithu-, meaning exactly that. Ultimately descended from this noun are the personal names Frederick, “peaceful ruler,” and Siegfried, ”victory peace.” The root also shows up in the name of the Germanic deity Frigg, the goddess of love, who lives on today in the word Friday, “day of Frigg,” from an ancient translation of Latin Veneris dis, “day of Venus.” Well... beats me, don't ask me about love because up until the moment I write this, I still confuse about its meaning and concept...lol... The concept of love I understand are mother-love and God-love, beside that... it's still puzzle me out.
Anyway, I thinking again and I came to "momentary" conclusion. The word meaning can be anything from A to Z, but frankly I hate those classification like that, it's not nice building relationship classes like that, it's not humane thing to do. I did recognize that there are level of intensity here but for me the word "friend" has the same meaning as "share". If you share anything with me, even it's just only your name, then you're my friend allright.
So, the only thing I wished is that for everyone I called friend out there is to "share" (I'm not talking bout material here...lol) something, cause I'll do the same. And I hoped as the time goes by the level of intensity also increase.... that's what I'm thinking....
To all my so called friend out there.... I'm really sorry if I'm not make up your expectation and I wish I can know you better than before.
Monday, April 11, 2005
An Egg? A Carrot? and Coffee? A friend story for me...
A carrot, an egg and a cup of coffee...You will never look at a cup of coffee the same way again.
A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.
Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil, without saying a word.
In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl.
Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me what you see."
"Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied.
Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg. Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma.
The daughter then asked,"What does it mean, mother?"
Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity, boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.
"Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?"
Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?
Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?
Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you
handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?
May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy.
The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.
A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.
Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil, without saying a word.
In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl.
Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me what you see."
"Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied.
Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg. Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma.
The daughter then asked,"What does it mean, mother?"
Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity, boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.
"Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?"
Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?
Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?
Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you
handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?
May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy.
The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.
Calming the storm... yet...
It is true what my father said, good shalah, keeping your prayer intact will calm uneasy mind of yours. If that still not good add some excercise. Well... after do of my late father said, rite in time shalah and exercise (I jogg at least once a day now..hehehe...) Somehow I find peace in my mind, I can see things clearly now and I can started to sort things out... Trying to escape myself out of the box, so I can see the whole matter and judge accordingly... For a moment I am able do that...
I've solved couples matters and some of them will be done soon, but there are something that still become obstacle to me....
Some of my friends told me that I think too much and the one that come out often negative one... At first I denied this fact, my excuse was, I was thinking all possibilities that may come up... I was right but at the same time I was wrong also...
After couples hours, rethinking my moves, I realized that I did think negatively towards something, someone or someway. In my imagination if I was faced to the same kind problems over and over again, my solution will always be the same, and it's always a minus one.
Jeez... I have to re-do the way I solve problems... Though it's hard I know this is must be done, but then I still do not know how though.....
I've solved couples matters and some of them will be done soon, but there are something that still become obstacle to me....
Some of my friends told me that I think too much and the one that come out often negative one... At first I denied this fact, my excuse was, I was thinking all possibilities that may come up... I was right but at the same time I was wrong also...
After couples hours, rethinking my moves, I realized that I did think negatively towards something, someone or someway. In my imagination if I was faced to the same kind problems over and over again, my solution will always be the same, and it's always a minus one.
Jeez... I have to re-do the way I solve problems... Though it's hard I know this is must be done, but then I still do not know how though.....
Sunday, April 10, 2005
A Time Bomb... again?
Gahhhh.....
I've never thought that my old me come back again, corrupting me from the inside. "....Indeed you cannot escape from your own shadow..." how many times I've heard this phrase, yet I've never learned anything from it. I often use that phrase to advice my friends, but I still haven't understand it really well. What a friend am I?
I suprised my self after I said that thing to my friend, words with loads of irritating feeling. In this age I should be wise and able to control my self, but I guess I'm not mature enough, I'm still a kid back then, angry when someone bully me. Irritated when someone say harsh words to myself. Jeez.... I'm really ashamed for my self...
But one thing that worries me a lot is that, for a moment, I feel like a time bomb, like a living volcano. I'm really afraid I cannot control my self and then bursting out like a firecracker just like that. I'm really afraid of this thing.... I don't want anything bad happened like the old time.... Hurting so many people who are later on I knew, they are important to me. Till now... I still cannot forgive myself because of that....
I've never thought that my old me come back again, corrupting me from the inside. "....Indeed you cannot escape from your own shadow..." how many times I've heard this phrase, yet I've never learned anything from it. I often use that phrase to advice my friends, but I still haven't understand it really well. What a friend am I?
I suprised my self after I said that thing to my friend, words with loads of irritating feeling. In this age I should be wise and able to control my self, but I guess I'm not mature enough, I'm still a kid back then, angry when someone bully me. Irritated when someone say harsh words to myself. Jeez.... I'm really ashamed for my self...
But one thing that worries me a lot is that, for a moment, I feel like a time bomb, like a living volcano. I'm really afraid I cannot control my self and then bursting out like a firecracker just like that. I'm really afraid of this thing.... I don't want anything bad happened like the old time.... Hurting so many people who are later on I knew, they are important to me. Till now... I still cannot forgive myself because of that....
Saturday, April 09, 2005
Problems? but it's contradicting...
My 10 Commandements
1. Never run from any troubles and problems,
2. Solve them logically,
3. Find solutions which everyone think acceptable for them,
4. If not, find solutions which you think acceptable for the most of party,
5. If not, just choose randomly, (whatever...)
6. Decide what you choose,
7. Do what you have decide,
8. Run the process again if you find another problem in the process,
9. If still cannot find solution, just go through them, cuz the problems are just ilusions,
10. Last, yet important thing is, do not die in the process.
Jeeezzz..... troublesome huh...?
1. Never run from any troubles and problems,
2. Solve them logically,
3. Find solutions which everyone think acceptable for them,
4. If not, find solutions which you think acceptable for the most of party,
5. If not, just choose randomly, (whatever...)
6. Decide what you choose,
7. Do what you have decide,
8. Run the process again if you find another problem in the process,
9. If still cannot find solution, just go through them, cuz the problems are just ilusions,
10. Last, yet important thing is, do not die in the process.
Jeeezzz..... troublesome huh...?
Circle of Hope....
This one is revised and added from a friends blog... nice huh?
Hope lead to uncertainties
Uncertainties lead to assumptions
Assumptions lead to unmatched expectations
Unmatched expectations lead to disappointments
Disappointments lead to disatisfactions
Disatisfaction lead to trouble
Trouble lead to calculations
Calculations lead to expectations
Expectations lead to hope
Hope lead to uncertainties
Uncertainties lead to assumptions
Assumptions lead to unmatched expectations
Unmatched expectations lead to disappointments
Disappointments lead to disatisfactions
Disatisfaction lead to trouble
Trouble lead to calculations
Calculations lead to expectations
Expectations lead to hope
My Reason
"... if I have no use, then there is no point in living ..."
What is exactly our part in this play on the 'life' stage?
I'm still searching for that main reason ... but for now I have my own, incomplete....
What is exactly our part in this play on the 'life' stage?
I'm still searching for that main reason ... but for now I have my own, incomplete....
