Version 7.2 A Trip Down Memory Lane // staring CalvinChen

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"Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of ducks in the sky. I hear the voice of their wings."
-Tagore

Sorry, just lost it. Gone with the wind, I'll try finding it back, Till then.

So life, so grasp.

Thursday, October 01, 2009

Sotto la pigoggia zam danzava una volta:

So stop trying to see through my prev post.
and stop trying to ask me if you can rip it.
well, you can rip it.

**

SO LIFE, SO GRASP.

01 OCT 09

well I realised that there are things in this world where,
you'd just lose it if you let go.
and you know you would,
a moment of folly, a moment of confusion,
or perhaps it wasn't even your say to give it up or not.
but they'll just fly away, not in the wind or carried away by breezes,
they'll just vanish out of your original firm grasp.
and you catch them no more.

so when everything's just but memories,
you turn desperate to hold onto them.
cause memories, memories..
they do fly faster than what you've given up.
memories could fade in a day or two,
and you won't even remember you lost it,
you just lose it.
it's like a disease, that's why one truly exists.

it happens. you've been through it.
and maybe you've forgotten it,
but i won't allow it.
Life, it's too precious to forget,
it's a one-shot deal, every single step you make
determines your mood on your death-bed.
would you look back and smile at the greater times,
or sigh and think it all but a brimful of sinfulness.
that's why life's worth remembering,
even more the things that make you regret,
should you remember,
for these things will prick you, these things will remind you.
yet is it your choice of remembrance?

there are many i let go,
many i failed to grasp,
many went with the wind,
others just vanished in mishap.
the strong desire to bring it back,
fades not even once ever.
burning ever so brightly and sometimes you just regret.
because this is not a poem,
this is not a prose.
this is not an inspiration,
this is not a rant,
this is not a memory,
this is not a hope,
for this,
what's this?
yet all I fail to know.

**

I was just over msn, and it hit me.

if you break something, lost something, let go something
it'd really be over.
where do they go, what do they do?
dont wanna just die like this,
die as an unaccomplished convict.
of childhood folly.
of fun and greed.
where do they go
what do they do.
what if you fail to keep up.
because the bar in the 21st century is sky high as compared to even a decade ago.
and you slip down
then your dream, your life, everything you ever wanted.
no, the ONLY thing you ever wanted.
where do you go?
"you might be hungry in life, but there's definitely hungrier people."
these people will have the determination
so where do you go?
Stepping back in assurance of inheritance is such a inviting idea.
but how long would it take, and how much inheritance would carry you?
what if you don't get your dream?
well, life will end there and then.

**

Two different things i'm pondering. you might say i know how to think this way and therefore I'm sane, i'm sensible. Look at it the other way, maybe this is the kinda of thing that many would think now a days.

This is how people feel the heat, this is how people strive on.

No. That's wrong.

This is actually how people lose hope, how people fail to understand and therefore get frustrated.

This is actually how people start giving up their dreams, because things you can't get, you rather not want it. Because these people would rather fall back into the welcoming idea of a carefree life instead. Because these people want it simple, they want it pure and joyous.

Yet a joyous, simple, carefree life has it's own price to pay.

it's children's day. yet i know children now a days are so much more mature than you think.

it's children's day. yet many children in the world are forced to grow up so fast.

A joyous,

simple,

carefree life,

has it's own price to pay.

Happy Children's Day, so yeah.

Sullo Alto Trono! {4:40:00 PM}
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