From: India
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Sunday, March 04, 2007,11:47 PM
Blue waters in Distant shores.....
I don't really care if the title doesn't make much sense. Its from a song that's playing in my head.
It makes me feel sad, in a strange way. Not morose, or depressed. But, forlorn.
I think of Dad.
I wonder, are the waters blue at his end?
How distant are those shores? Are there beautiful sunsets or sunrises? Or is it far more beautiful than it could ever be here, on earth?
What panoramas dwell there?
A lot of people I talk to ask me to move on.
Some of them come up with philosophies. Not that I suspect their motives. Just that, weird philosophies like these make me see red.
"A man once said that whats gone cannot see you, cannot hear you. When you worry, they're just something that were. If you look behind, you'll miss the part of the road you're walking on"
I dislike philosophies, and to say that I hate them, would be an understatement. I don't believe in philosophies anymore and I don't believe that you can really, truly, forget people who have left.
And for all the times that u say that you've moved on, you're lying.
A white lie, but a lie nonetheless.You forget so many things in order to forget the pain and sometimes, you also forget that you bleed just to know you're alive.
To this, I was told that it is okay to remember but, one must not cry or worry oneself.
According to me, this is hard to do since there's always a void left behind by the person. Its easy to ask others to not cry or worry or bother because no matter what is said or done, the void always exists.
Pretending that its not there makes it even worse.
I don't really care if the title doesn't make much sense. Its from a song that's playing in my head.
It makes me feel sad, in a strange way. Not morose, or depressed. But, forlorn.
I think of Dad.
I wonder, are the waters blue at his end?
How distant are those shores? Are there beautiful sunsets or sunrises? Or is it far more beautiful than it could ever be here, on earth?
What panoramas dwell there?
A lot of people I talk to ask me to move on.
Some of them come up with philosophies. Not that I suspect their motives. Just that, weird philosophies like these make me see red.
"A man once said that whats gone cannot see you, cannot hear you. When you worry, they're just something that were. If you look behind, you'll miss the part of the road you're walking on"
I dislike philosophies, and to say that I hate them, would be an understatement. I don't believe in philosophies anymore and I don't believe that you can really, truly, forget people who have left.
And for all the times that u say that you've moved on, you're lying.
A white lie, but a lie nonetheless.You forget so many things in order to forget the pain and sometimes, you also forget that you bleed just to know you're alive.
To this, I was told that it is okay to remember but, one must not cry or worry oneself.
According to me, this is hard to do since there's always a void left behind by the person. Its easy to ask others to not cry or worry or bother because no matter what is said or done, the void always exists.
Pretending that its not there makes it even worse.
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