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Showing posts with label fragile things. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fragile things. Show all posts

Page 60: Sudden Death

/ Thursday, June 9, 2011 /
Every sudden death reminds us that what is not meant to be,
it's not meant to be.

Remind us;
that no matter how hard we tried, not all things belong to us.

Remind us;
that kids could be like a porcelain.  Look solid, but fragile. Spattering when they hit the ground. That sometimes, they tend to think they should responsible for some losses. And they feel guilty for some pains their beloved ones felt.

Remind us;
that human's heart has a great yet weird ability to love. That someone could love the unborn and the anonymous.

And somehow,
every death
also
remind us
about

Life

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*remembering my sister’s miscarriage few days ago. Rest in peace, little angel…

Page 50: Protect me from what I can’t have

/ Thursday, March 10, 2011 /

“Dear God, please protect me from what I can’t have… Please”

Been uttering those words over and over again in my pray, since last year. And it’s becoming more often, lately. Right after regularly, “thank you, God, for keeping me alive. Please watch over me, those whom I love, and those who love me, and bless us with goodness…”

It helped me to cope with my broken heart, in the middle of 2010. The pain that came after I’ve decided to get over four years complicated, err, I really don’t know what label I should put on it. Well, of course I don’t know, otherwise I wouldn’t call it complicated, would I? Silly… x)

Let’s just call “it”, mixed feelings, shall we? Because, I really don’t know what he felt for me, at that time. Formerly, I knew he likes me. But we’re apart for a while, and that’s when I found difficulties to read him. Had asked him and he kept his mouth zipped. It would be much much easier, actually, if he just blurt it all out. Like, “no, I don’t have any special feeling for you anymore” or “I once had a thing for you, but it’s over now” or “you’re just a rebound each time I ended my relationship with someone, because I know you’ll always be there, waiting for me”. Yeah, it would be easier for me, if he just says it. But he didn’t. And it’s not his fault. Not entirely. I also had my contribution in that stupid twirls. That unhealthy foolish game.

At that point, I realized I can’t have him. That he doesn’t belong to me. *D’oh, where have you been?”* Yes, he gave me some affections, praised me, et cetera et cetera in the past. But what’s the point? Action speaks louder than words? Hmm, I’m not fully agreed with this anymore. I’m insensitive person. Guess I need a whole package: a pair of statement and treatment. Just between me and him, something personal and ours.

Okay, enough of this pathetic “commemoration” of me being idiot. What I’m trying to say is that I never mention about that protection in my pray when I was at that phase. That somehow, I let myself being clumsily unprotected by forgot to remind myself that, not all things I fancied belong to me. I still need The Almighty to protect me from my own desire that could destruct me.

Right now, I choose to cast the spell each time I remember a person, or something I want. Hope it’ll turn into some kind of precaution from getting hurt. That God will remove my passion from things I want but won’t be mine. I’m still a dreamer, thou, an arrogant one; hang my dreams up in the sky. :D
Guess I still remember the pain in the past. How my heart was the ransom. How it broke and how distraught I was when searching its pieces.

Let’s say, right now I’m just a bit tired.
At this time, it’s not only about someone, but for everything. Everything I want but (perhaps) I can’t have…
But I’m fine. Fine enough :)

Page 37: Dreams Are Real

/ Friday, February 4, 2011 /


People think dreams aren't real
just because they aren't made of matter, 
of particles. 

Dreams are real. 
But they are made of viewpoints, 
of images, 
of memories 
and puns 
and lost hopes..


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One of my favorite authors, ever.. 
Thank you, sir, for Anansi Boys, Coraline, Fragile Things, The Graveyard Book, and other great books..
:)

Page 13: Fragile Things

/ Tuesday, December 14, 2010 /
"There are so many fragile things, after all.
People break so easily,
And so do dreams and hearts"


Neil Gaiman said that. At introduction section in Fragile Things that makes my heart jumped a little when that verse read. And this thought came to me: your hope and dreams are things that make your heart break faster when you’re in love, beside its role as happy pill, of course. I'll give you an example. Once, my friend tweeted that he wish this person whom he had crush for, do bad things so he didn’t have to put a high expectations that they can actually be together. It really makes sense.  Let’s say, you like this guy, and he’s being nice to you. It’s really hard to think that he’s just being nice. Maybe that thought had crossed in your mind. But it wasn’t the only thing. Admit it. You’d wish he do that because he likes you.

 
The thing about dreams are, it makes you float – or fly, whatever suits you – while reality is the gravity that put you back to the ground. But the most irritating point, they don’t come together. Never. Dreams always come first. Take you to the sky. High. Fly. HIGH! And then reality comes: that you and that person can’t be together. Boom! You back to the ground. Fast and hard. Reality bites. And like Radiohead said, “gravity always wins”.

 And your heart breaks into pieces… Sometimes too tiny until you couldn’t find all of its parts. Even if you find them all, you’ll be frustrated try to put it back together. Plus heal it. Extra homework, dude… Extra.

But hey, don’t be sad. Gaiman also said that

“The peculiarity of most things we think of as fragile is how tough they truly are.
Hearts may break, but hearts are the toughest of muscles, able to pump for a lifetime,
Seventy times a minute, and scarcely falter along the way
Even dreams, the most delicate and intangible of things, can prove remarkably difficult to kill.”


So it’s really okay to put hope on those beautiful creatures, as long as you know when to stop. Yeah, when it hurts too much…

[But...how much is too much?]

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image: Fragile Things by Lacey Bryant

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