ordinary people and grateful

how good is the “ordinary people” ?

“ordinary people”, they commit wrongdoings, but never really fundamentals. they do not kill, do not steal, do not spread hatred, do not spread hoaxes, do not cheat on their lover, stay loyal to one beloved person. Do not indulge themselves in alcohol, drugs, and other heavy addictions. Stay calm, kind, and humble.

Just ordinary.

They do not achieve big, not a looser but surely not a successful billionaire. They do not bring major changes, either for good or for bad, just stay as straight as possible.

Sometimes they fall, but never broken. Sometimes they fly, but always get back to the ground.

Their existences filled the ordinary days, ordinary life.

And I see nothing wrong with it, yet it is actually a right thing, beautiful.

Just like riding a car on a narrow road,  noticed you’ve driven halfway from home and you cannot turn back but move on, even if you would like to come back, you gotta take the remaining road first.

Just like this circle of life.

Reincarnation or another, it’s just another road, another story, another character.

To love you more, seems shallow. But that is what I would carry it into my graveyard, hold it until my final breath.

In this life, to be able to meet you has already a great blessing.

If memories won’t be forgotten, time never see me grow old; then no matter how long the road, how many aeons to pass, I won’t understand how grateful I am for meeting you in this lifetime.

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deleting…

it’s funny a minute you surrounded yourself with joyful aura but next minute turned to be sorrowful.

nothing last forever, some last only a minute or less.

i believe, once i hold tight and won’t let it go, however there is a must to let it go, someday. with or without my concern, with or without my approval, if to go, just go.

it is just funny how it seems God played on us, but “He” actually had warned us before.

i’m not sad, thou people might see i am fall into pieces.

i’m not crying, thou it seems i’m all wet.

it’s just … trying to simplify my needs, to cope with so many losses in life.

 

 

people. people.

the last 1,000 years ago
and the next 1,000 years ahead
the grey sky always pours its rains
the wind blows across sea and mountains

i am at this moment now,
just like a people in the past
and so a people in the future
people come and go, nothing stays

the strong earth would eventually lost
because its people won’t last forever
rays of light escapes and settles
creating darkness, lighting hopes

where do you take it, dear wind of life,
when you blow the fire and it flies with you

dim light.

because i decide to give up cling onto the bitter memories
finally i could release myself from entangled vines of lifetimes

perhaps those beautiful life once i thought i deserve it,
is destined to be short-lived,

after some times, a very long time, you stand among those garden of vines,
telling the forgotten story, if could retrieve the memory from the first meeting

i dream the dreams, but the dreams are all ended in a short journey

if i can retrieve the memory of our first meeting,
as if i can forget it all.

just a dim light.

acceptance

as we grow older, we are able to accept more unwanted results from the well-planned actions and strategies.
there are actually lot of things would not turn out as expected, no matter how hard you try, how smart you play, and how siincere you pray.
now to think about it, as a human being, I can only control my efforts, mind, and heart. whatever will be happen, those are beyond my reach.
as the lifespan of mine shortened day by day, there are lots of things to let go, day by day.

the wanderer

a place to hide…
not for myself from the outside world
but to put all my sorrows in a place
therefore i come back stronger

fingers, pointing at one place
inside a heart, bury deep all along
take care, well done til the end of the road
fearless thought, even no grip to hold on

like a feather, floating smoothly in the air
without direction, following the wind blows
my thoughts, wandering aimlessly
without solid evidence, trusting intuition merely

memories like a short-movie
filmed in rushed and no script dialogues
to hate, to love, to let go
and leave it just it is.

to the kind persons in my life.

to the kind persons in my life.

of course, my parents.
well, also Buddha.

school friends
college friends
colleagues
life companions …

and also …
myself.

thanking myself all these years
be able to avoid things that would be regretted later
be able to do things that would inspire me to do better
be able to never stop learning, always try to be honest and humble.

because life is just like a dream, isn’t it?
whether it is a good dream, a nightmare,
as some things not ours to take control,
all i have to do is treat this self properly, behave well.

in the end, i think, it doesn’t matter if you don’t achieve great things,
because life itself is great, as long as you live properly, grow compassion and sincerity
it is a blessing to all, not bringing disgrace to family and society, just live as it is,
may all beings be happy, be able to retain their happiness, be at peace.