"No matter where we go, we'll always find our way back home" Andy Grammer - Back Home
Home, the place where our odd acts never be questioned, the place where no one complains about how we look.
Home, generate a human by love. Everyone has their own role. Father works, earns some money, runs out of money, earns some more, grows old. Mother gives birth, looks for children, cooks good foods, managing whole family and also earns some cash maybe,...
Saturday, 25 July 2015
Friday, 24 July 2015
When
I say that love isn’t something we invented. It’s observable, powerful. It has
to mean something. Love has meaning, yes. Social utility, social bonding, child
rearing. We love people who have died. Where’s the social utility in that?
None. Maybe it means something more, something we can’t yet understand. Maybe
it’s some evidence, some artifact of a higher dimension that we can’t
consciously perceive. I’m drawn across the universe to someone...
“Don’t be a woman that needs man, be a woman that man needs”.
That saying is so encouraging, ya. As a girl in legal age now, I can take that
saying as a challenge. Why challenge? Because it can be a measurement of how
independent I could be as a girl who’s going on to be a young woman. Sebenernya
menurutku sombong sih kalo dibilang, perempuan mandiri...
Sunday, 12 July 2015
That’s home, that’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone
you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was lived out
their lives. Every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful
child, every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there on the
mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam. How frequent their misunderstandings, how
fervent their hatreds. Our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have
some...
This is not a story about love. This is a story about two
people (or maybe more). A boy met a girl. They worked together in a place. They
shared story they shared the fun. They were also in the same circle. Time made
them bounded. Time made the magic. The girl started to realize herself, that
she saw the boy differently. The boy, still denying himself about what’s going
on.
The boy had another girl. It’s someone that he closed to.
The girl buried...
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