It is raining softly outside on this morning of the last day of the year
Home alone with this cool breeze on this silent morning
actually the world did end and I started a new life
it is indeed the year of the Dragon.
A soft traditional music played in the backgroup from surrounding kampoong
a prayer is heard from the loudspeaker from the nearby mosque
the world is not good or bad, they are not evil or good.
it's how I feel about them.
What is the world but what I think and feel about
the cognitive and affective connotative symbols that I react to
It is not to question life without living, but to live without the questions
life goes on, but I am trapped in this puzzle
and neglect the life itself
it is quite ironic like a person who is busy redesigning his garden but never enjoying it.
I am like a person who live in his dreamworld
or a dreamer who live in real world
What is a dream and what is real?
If I wake up from a dream, do I wake up to reality?
How do I know that it's not the opposite that the dream is the reality and when I wake up i go into my dream?
What do we do when we sleep?
So many questions...
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