LifeA Chapter by Blue Rivermoon
Standing in the middle of the busy street, looking around her, as some people running, while others walking slowly and looking around, some talk together while others walk in silence, some were happy and laughing while others smiling and sad or even brusting their tears out.
While looking at the faces of the people pass through her, every gesture, every voice tone, every eye, and every face, she just keeps on looking and looking just moving in circles, then suddenly every face started to blur and the voices started to disappear, she felt like everything started to move round and round as if she was riding in a rollarcoaster. She stops for a second and think what gives them the reason to be like that? What holds for them? What is the meaning for their lives? I don't know where to start. Life; is a word that consist of only four letters, yet it hides alot behind it. A course that can take you up high in the sky, yet can bring you down to the earth core. A word that you never expect what is behind it or what it holds, a word that always takes unexpected course that you would never have thought about. A word that contains four letters, yet has too many cores, home, family, childhood, adulthood, friendship, partner, and even you. With those cores it hold all kinds of emotions, happiness, sadness, responsibility, craziness, laziness, grievance, loneliness, and other emotions and feelings that you would never expect what may come next. Despite all of that, you keep your best to keep holding that certain pen and write your next word, the word that will continue your story, the story of your book, the book of your own LIFE. They say from the moment you are born and get to breathe, your life is already destined and planned. You are fated to meet the people you will meet and pass through the moments you are meant to pass through. Then you wonder, why' should we struggle or fight for something, in either ways if it is meant for us then we will have it. But then at that certain moment you know if you didn't fight or struggle for something, you would lose the reason of living itself. By the time you will finish thinking and reach a conclusion, you will get surprised that you already fought for something. You fought for yourself, you fought for your LIFE. It all started when you were a child. A child that never knew how serious it all may turn to. You live in a two different kind of worlds. A world that has your reality and the other which is your fantasy. You can never differentiate between them, to you both are considered a part of your life. Sometimes, even now when you grow old, you can never depend on your memories, as you won't be able to make sure what was real and what was not. Yet, you cherish every single memory despite the fact of how doubtful it can be, since even if it was only a fantasy that you created as a child, because of that fantasy you smiled, ran away from a sad moment, or even even became stronger. And this is the begining of your story. Each step you take you add a new word in your story, that word always follow another word, here your lines keeps on adding up as time passes. Some pages you may turn over and don't want to look up again or you may even want to cut it off and throw it away yet your hand wrote each word. So remember even if you cut this page it will always be a part of your life so consider twice before writing your story. Some times we hold our pen for a moment and need an advice, take all the advice you need but remember it is not their story it is yours. Your life is your journey, your life is your adventure, your life is your weakness, your life is your strength, your life is your moments, your life is your philosophy, your life is your sad and happy poems, your life is your book, the book of your story. The story of your LIFE. © 2017 Blue RivermoonReviews
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5 Reviews Added on March 2, 2017 Last Updated on March 23, 2017 Tags: Life, philosophy, thoughts AuthorBlue RivermoonAboutI am new to this whole thing. Just a person who loves to speak out my own thoughts and what comes into my mind, so excuse any mistakes that can happen during writing. I would love hearing any opinions.. more..Writing
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