quiet hopes

They are things which I’m always certain about.
Months passed and seasons changed, the heart is fixed and the mind is sure, how can it ever be questioned?
But some might say it’s stubborness clouded under the veil of foolish optimism.
Or blinded obsession, but can anyone ever see it?
This certainty will never kill me, unless it kills itself, which I’ll try again and again to save, again and again, again and again.

so i’ve learned to listen through silence

walk on again

we walk this long wide path called life
we shift our course, change our speed
encountered new places, saw new sceneries, met new faces
they fill us up
with rations and lessons
for us to continue this walk

Last I wrote was May 31st, 2010.
Such a waste I didn’t document my thoughts from then till now.
For many things have happened.
Still, never too late for me to start again.