Intrically carved is each memory -- a record of each passing day.
When you see how terribly fast the next day's sunrise arrives and you learn to appreciate what's really happening around you, you'll realise that many a time, things you deem as important, aren't that vital afterall.
There are so many many other things that I want to do, so many dreams , so many little wishes. I want to see the world in its humanity and not for its technological advances. I want to smell a fresh new beginning everyday and not one trapped in an endless cycle. I want to taste bittersweet love again. I want to hear melodious music from all cultures. I want to feel what it is really like to be me.
How would you define fulfilling your life? Leading a comfortable luxurious one, or simply spend it doing what you like to do?
And as each day passes by my face, I realised that I've given up so much to live the dreams of another. It's all so difficult. And what's most hateful is that I continue doing it, day after day after day...
I'm lost. I'm tired. Having to live life everyday juggling a million things, out of which half of them I don't even think it would help me next time. Everyday I'm packed with tihngs to do. Don't do this to me, beacuse I'm not like that. Come to think of it, it's ridiculous.
I fear fearing the one thing I love. I fear losing the one thing I love.
One day you will look back on your life and see that you have lived well, but actually, you haven't got anything done. All you ever did was to live in the shadow of another. Like the puppet strung down from above, in a beautifully designed cage, you deliver a wonderful performance. But you were never alive.
A million tears fall from these million cuts. And a million tears fall back upon these million cuts.
As the days draw nearer to that anniversary and further from actual day, I find myself more left behind than any other, caught up in a memory which daunts me. And agonizes me. And engulfs me. I'm sorry that the only thing that accompanies me on that day every year, are simply tears in your remembrance and of the times we will never have.