Saturday, February 20, 2010
Life's mysteries Part Deux
Indeed, life works in mysterious ways. Very very mysterious ways. Sometimes, in ways way too mysterious even for someone like me. However two days on, I guess life is not all that complicated afterall. We complicate things. We overthink, overanalyse and overkill even the simplest of things. At least I know I do.
After much thoughts and silent laughters and smiles, gone are the butterflies in the stomach and dark rain clouds that painted the rainbow black. Recently I've come to admit that I can write all the stories I want but at the end of the day, I know a story has already been written for me. And if my senses are still working, I'm sensing a story being written - and for the first time, not by me. It amuses me. (:
You know, like Keats, "I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days—three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain."