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| In my search for a definite answer, I found a shallow emotion. There's nothing there but emptiness, nothing. However, it is in this greatest void I found myself; it is where I began to comprehend love's definition. Love is not found in "togetherness" nor "closeness"; neither is it found in a "kiss" or in "making love". It is where it always is...in one's heart. There's simply no explanation, no words to describe it; there is nothing... Love simply is what it is. |
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| In this park, you can hear the buzz of the cars speeding towards their own particular destination. It is also here where you find lovers meeting as if seeing each other for the first time in years (or just simply cheating on their husbands/wives). I see a lot of things and people, but then I ask myself what I am doing here. What attracts me to this place? Surely, it is not the serenity and peacefulness I am searching for. Is this an escape from our mundane world or from our hectic and boisterous life we are leading? Then it occurred to me that this is where I find my own true self. In this small peace of land we have recreated what we have left behind; what we have destroyed. This park is our sanctuary, our home, our peace...sometimes not knowing what lead us here in the first place. 03.22.2000 |
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| A tree is nothing but a tree, they said. Look at one and simply say, "that's an ugly tree" or "that's a beautiful tree". However, if we just stop and take a close look, we can find that in that "ugly" tree, there's something beautiful; perfection. In that "beautiful" tree, there's something ugly; repulsive. So, the next time you look at a tree, look at them closely and you'll see who they truly are. 03.22.00 (thoughts while staring at a tree) |
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