The Contrast

The Contrast

Sometimes it is so funny to think that our life is separated by just one thin line. Between living - breathing the air of a fresh cut grass on the lawn, or lying on bed, eyes closed shut with nothing in the head except an eerie flashes of images how does an afterlife will look like.

Sometimes, it is not funny at all to being knocked on our head about all these things. All the life and death talks and jargons which aren't understandable at all. Sometimes we make ourselves to believe on this thing so we could be prepared for the worst and sometimes our faith is shaken badly we almost crumbled mortifying that this will not be happened, at all.

Sometimes how hard we try to ditch and to deny this feeling out of our head, it is something that is destined to be happened, something that has been written on our book of life - before we could smell the fresh air of the green grass on the back of our lawn. It will be tormenting, it will be frightening, but how hard it would be, it is written and there will be nothing can be done except being accepting.

Sometimes, when I sit on a bench on a late Saturday afternoon, I could be flown away like how do sky and solid ground could be separated by just one thin line. The green and the blank space of white dust.

Just like how do life and death are.. Two distinguish worlds by one clear visible line. It is eerie. But that's how it is meant to be. Because sometimes, life is so lovely we don't want to know what will be happening next.

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The purpose of life, after all, is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experiences.
- Roosevelt

nice entry kak zue...
ytxis said…
About 3 hrs ago, i recieved an sms that one of our old boys passed away. It's strange feeling isn't it, when you grow older that kind of news would stay in you longer.
Zubaidah Arshad said…
Missy: Thank you

Sixtysixty: Yes, it isnt weird at all but sometimes that this kind of news that will wake us up all night long.. pondering about how did he look like before and how his life will be, next. And those thoughts are the swamp of our emergency wake up calls, in case when we need one.

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