“Nobody lives forever, nobody stays young long enough. My past seemed like so much excess baggage, my future a series of long goodbyes, my present an empty flask, the last good drink already bitter on my tongue.”✨

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At some point in life you will realize that some disappointment can only be accepted by you and can never be shared with anyone, and that real pain only come from the people you trusted and who resides in your heart.

And that the time that passes by is not restored, and the situations that you live will not restored, and the memories will remain engraved with its sweet and bitter, and what is broken will never be forced......

You'll also realize that the craft is able to ignite a fire too easily than to put it off, and that weakness will lead you to more hobbies, and that you have to stay strong alone no matter what happens, strong, patient, strong.....

Remember alone no matter what happens....

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And I fear that I've come with a sin that I consider easy, but it is great in the presence of Allah. Oh Allah, I seek for your forgiveness and repent to you.

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Wealth comes and goes, but humans die because of wealth, it's pathetic. What's laughable is that many people in this world cannot comprehend that. The boat of benefits carries many people, but has also sunk many others.

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Entering the ocean -
like Palace gate,
since the day Barigi entered the way!
Heaven's will is unpredictable,
yesterday is not today!
Heaven toy with the will
of men ; such is the decree of time.

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"no shadow creeps in the absence of light, and similarly no light exists without the presence of shadow."

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"A big dream in my life, a thousand day passed, slipping away. Trees seems to be small in the dream, yet the thrust up to the sky in reality. Time stop in the dream, yet the world has lived decades. As long as the wonderful scene stays, it's firmament here forever. "

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"Life, a reminiscence of a dream. A lifetime of haste and worries, perchance better spent on invocation of Allah
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I miss how the street light creates a silhouette of a boy with dreams. I miss how the road put an excitement on his face with the eagerness to reach his goals. I miss how loud music makes his head bangs back and forth. I miss how he scribble poetries about falling leaves, shinning moon, and glimmering stars. The boy has grown up, the dream is dead.

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Don't search for sunshine
in the middle of the night.
Don't search for wholeness
in the state of intermittentness.
Don't look for sweetness in bitterness. Don't search for crystal ocean in the middle of a forest. Do it and be a fool like me, waiting for the snow to fall in summer.

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