"Children of Time"

"But my dear friend, we have nowhere to go, yet we can go everywhere. At this point you'll just carry on with your limited time and die. Before that, before all those things I'm not quite ready to witness, -pardon me for quoting you- if you have nowhere to go, nobody to love and your life has no meaning whatsoever to you, will you please lend it to me? I need it for a very important cause."

Moments are Transient, Existences are Translucent.

Why did I choose to go? Why couldn't I stay? With the air I loved, the water I loved and the warmth of people I loved. I realized how I loved them even before, yet I chose to leave. Sometimes I asked myself, why? Part of me blame it on my whim, the other part on a promise... made upon a whim.

It's as if because I'm really supposed to go, to fulfill my role in this timeline, in which I chose to go. Maybe someone on the whatever dimension picked the option to make me go, just for the heck of it. Maybe I did go just for the heck of it.

How about going back, change history, jump over to the timeline in which I chose to stay? Sentimental missy, my dear mind, she glared at me with a pair of teary eyes and a killer stare, saying "Don't you dare." And that's how I found myself in a limbo, unable to move and to retire for the day, holding the moments close to my heart, my loved being to my physical heart, urged by a whim to not let go...

...all the while as the sand of time continued to slip by the gaps between my fingers, its trail of sparkly dust floating away beautifully as if mocking me. Ah, now that I'd written this tiny piece instead, what should I do?

And then, the blue bird descended upon my window sill, chirping of a bunch of distant friends about to come for a visit in their due time.

Soon

So I was thinking something along the line
"There was a talking coyote..." and
the classic "Oh, it's a Saturday night."
..idk how it turned out like this.

....soon, huh.

I really don't know what to expect. I don't really have any plan aside from learning shamelessly, either.

On a side note, watercolour is evil. !#%@*&

"There are precious things, values one can learn by living in mycountry,

..things I want my children to understand.

The sense of security,

and the real meaning of family."

I've forgotten which Indonesian said that, but it really rings true, somewhat. No, it's not the President. It's someone who has been living overseas in a richer, more liberal country. It was said in English, too.  Maybe it's Anggun.

On being grateful

You are loved and not only by yourself. Isn't that a very wonderful miracle in itself?