I've forgotten how to cry. I've learnt how to weep. Then comes peace, when you realize transcience.
What comes after nonchalance?
I've met my soulmates. They just didn't come in the forms I expected.
It's all part of the growing up process. Then, you die.
You never really belong to anyone per se. Not to your family, not to your friends, not to your spouse. You are your own person. They are stops along the way. Some nice, some not.
Life to a wandering hippie like me, is a long ride in a vintage Volkswagen van. People on board happily singing and playing guitar. Some stay for a long while, some get off at some point. At some point, the journey must end. It's the journey that counts.
Life is a huge misconception. There are times I swear, the poor construction worker is happier than the rich stressed-out workaholic millionaire. Then, there is that CEO who seems to have life figured out, versus the ever-grumbling road-side sweeper. Happiness. Attitude. Perception.
Whatever will be, will be. The future's not ours to see, Que Sarah Sarah (thank you, Bedok Busker, Jan 09)
When you are silent enough, the notes start dancing like fairies
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