"Follow the notes upon a journey
At first sight marks one's destiny
Once the voyage comes to an end
Return lies within hasty key"
Quoted from Secret.
We dream about the world that we want to be in, the Utopia where everything is according to our will. From the moment we know about words, things that surround us or the people that we live by, we would start to imagine the perfect imaginary world, the perfect imaginary friends and the perfect imaginary life with the partner that we want them to be. Humans are natural daydreamers. But the harshness of reality often slaps us back to the cold hard surface of the world, keeping us rooted to the ground and to be practical, realistic. We often tend to dream too much of the perfect world, making us truly believe that the imaginary Utopia would exist not just in our own mind, but also in our reality, tending to us supplying the long lasting warmth in the midst of the cold fog that blurs our mind. When the warmth that tends no longer supplies, a person with an empty shell emerges from the dark. Movies, love story and songs often keep us reminiscing, occasionally supplies the warmth that was once lost. But as the long cold darkness hardens the empty shell, occasional warmth no longer provides and dimmed away in the hopes to being able to bring back the collections. When will we be able to revive back the soft tenderness from the buried underground? Perhaps, when we are really able to, the time would be long gone, leaving us with the empty shell that dwell so long that the former is unable to penetrate into the abyss anymore. What are we then? A empty shell of collections that emotionless?
-August 22, 2007
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