Monday, October 10, 2011

The Books

My life is out there, somewhere out of this blog or some kind of page like this. I am sick of living my life in any place I don't belong. Coz my life is for real.

I've been thinking that a life is like a book. The longer lifetime you get, the thicker book you had then. And how about the content? I believe that we gotta do a lot of things to make it full written.

There are so many expectation I place upon my own thinking about these books of lives, like I don't wanna have an empty book, and i want my name is mentioned repeatedly in many chapters on the books of my loved ones, just like their names are, in mine.

It hurts somehow. When we find out our names are mentioned only in one page of the book of someone we love deeply, while we write his name almost in every paragraph of all the chapters in our book. But that's how life works. I mean, that's how the book works. We are the only writer for it. And we are also the only reader for it.

Now I'm gonna continue writing my life in the next page of my book. And I start with your name at the beginning of the first paragraph. A******
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