Our lives is woven with words that make one long story
The story is made of many many flowing chapters
Every chapter has a beginning and an ending
Through those chapters, our days flow… our fate is sealed… our future is drawn
Some chapters may glow with love and beauty… spread all the good feelings to bless the other chapters, and even affect the next chapters to be better, to be written with butterfly wing, and flower juice… carries the song of heaven, and the sweet taste of happiness.
Alas such chapters are short… never last… and the impact never sustain time
Some other chapters are seen as mistakes, where you can smell smoke and fire… taste blood… listen to cries and sounds of battles… such chapters pour darkness around and ruin any attempt for survival
Alas such chapters are long long longer than time… always last till the last breath… you can find its traces on all the coming pages… yes it may fade away, but it will always be there
Some chapters are just a separator between two chapters, draw an end, and open arms for a beginning
I have lived a story, a dark painful story, that spill its darkness over the pages of my book… ruin any attempt for good… my story back to me... and thing end up by emphasizing on one fact: My Happiness Never Last… and pain will always come from any corner to ruin it
That is my strange idea for the day
Which chapter you have lived and impacted your life until the day of reading those lines.
“Anyone would run away from your story”
words that pierced my heart, and after them I will never be the same.