It’s the banner at the
Daceyville avenue that reminds me of a date, a date which indicates
another sooner time to move. Sydney is just another host for our
temporary settlement, yet the feeling to leave it is becoming harder
from time to time. Another destiny to explore. Another friends and
families to bound, hopefully.
Yet I understand the philosophy of moving, like water. A running water enables fishes to breed, allows organism to grow and makes life cycle possible. Like life and death, both have to be around human history, to ensure mankind existence and emergence of dynamism. Like a volcano that explodes larva, it ‘kills’ itself to enable farmers cultivate their crops.
Perhaps, the analogy is the same to love, too. Like marriage amidst conflict and turbulence. Perhaps it will take the married couple to a stage where old ideas and norms are no longer relevant to this dynamic of life. Like what I do and what my father did not do, in the contemporary gender role terms.
One thing I know for sure before death restricts me to predict, that tomorrow is another sun to rise. It will always be set for moon to light. That there will be Monday after an easy Sunday. There will be babies after fetuses. There will be butterflies after caterpillars. It’s like mom’s love, too. It is eternal, it is forever and it is never be enough for you to repay it, until death restricts you to do so.
After breakfast In the middle of assignment due, 28 August 2015
Yet I understand the philosophy of moving, like water. A running water enables fishes to breed, allows organism to grow and makes life cycle possible. Like life and death, both have to be around human history, to ensure mankind existence and emergence of dynamism. Like a volcano that explodes larva, it ‘kills’ itself to enable farmers cultivate their crops.
Perhaps, the analogy is the same to love, too. Like marriage amidst conflict and turbulence. Perhaps it will take the married couple to a stage where old ideas and norms are no longer relevant to this dynamic of life. Like what I do and what my father did not do, in the contemporary gender role terms.
One thing I know for sure before death restricts me to predict, that tomorrow is another sun to rise. It will always be set for moon to light. That there will be Monday after an easy Sunday. There will be babies after fetuses. There will be butterflies after caterpillars. It’s like mom’s love, too. It is eternal, it is forever and it is never be enough for you to repay it, until death restricts you to do so.
After breakfast In the middle of assignment due, 28 August 2015
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