Showing posts with label Notes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Notes. Show all posts

(This note came from a friend via a message on face book, I used to think this review is not important, but after I read it, really .. I had tears in my eyes, it's very sad ... Let me read you guys!)

Typically, for a young adult woman, who was working in the seacoast, who joined her husband's wandering outside the city or abroad, who were at school or college away from her parents ... .. Will often miss with her mother.

And what about Dad? Maybe because she is more often called to see you doing every day, but do you know, if it Papa was a reminded to call you Mama? Maybe once when you're little, Mama was the one who more often take you to tell or storytelling, but you know that after Papa worked and with tired faces Papa Mama always asked about are you and what do you do all day?




The life of a man with episodes that passes is like a notebook with pages of inside pages. In the book, we are free to write anything, free to draw anything. However, provided by the giver of the book was only a pen without an eraser.


The sheets were to be recorded from various events that we experience. We can read it again, but could not be removed, torn, or replaced. That was our past, we can remember, we remembered, but we can not return it.


We know so many episodes of human life that occurred in the past. Glory and the collapse of a civilization after another, as the alternation of night to day, the moon and sun.


We also remember the episode of life itself. Babies become children, a teenager, growing up, grow old and die. Death itself is the first episode of a new life chapter, a new journey, with two trips to the tip of an absolute choice, heaven or hell.