Happy CNY.
It's the Year of The Horse, they said..
Apparently, its the wooden horse.


And... as we approach the second celebration for a new year..
As usual.. I am reading the daily events like reading newspaper.
I took up the collection I kept years ago.. and flipped through that flimsy piece of papers...

I guess we have all forgotten how it used to be.
Funny, we used to see life as a passing cloud.
It was how we called time.
We never thought much about the future, the past, or the present.

We only, feel that moment.

His golden words were feel.
And... as a writer, I find myself drowning the everyday movies I watch everyday.
I am living my life as a viewer, a movie goer.
It was never as a writer of my story.

And when you still do the strumming of the guitar strings like you used to..
And let your thoughts float with the wind, we would see...
That, that moment we used to feel fear.. feel loved.. feel anger.. feel sad.
They are nothing more than memories.

And memories are golden, only when they remain as honey in your drink.
And feelings are nothing, only when they lead you to be stranded in them.
Often, one doesn't move when they fear.
They don't love when they are angry.
They don't cry when they are loved.
And they don't laugh when they are sad.
It's like painting a picture, and unable to play the piano.
You can't get best of both worlds.



I always see life as painting.
It is like creating a beach.
An artwork of yours.
It feels like you, you are the person to create the story you want in the end.

And... maybe destiny isn't as fated as what they say.

Courage is more than just a seven-lettered word.
It's like screaming, stand up, go ahead and prove them wrong. Go ahead.


Humans are extraordinary.
They create so many stuff..
Systems..
Languages...
Culture.



But what matter more, was creating themselves.

A man of his own words.
A man of steel.
A man of compassion.

Why have we forgotten?

One only envy when they don't have what they have.
Sometimes all we need is twenty seconds of crazy courage to create the man we want to be..

We all want to be part of this community.
Someone that makes a difference.
And.. most of the time.. we give up before we try.
Because, its not easy.

It was never easy.
But that;s what makes it worthy.

At the end of the day, death is inevitable.
But who are you... to begin with, after you have left this world?

Mindless quarrels are useless after ten years.
Tears sobbing for a guy who left you is useless after ten years.
And jealousy, or other sinful feelings... are useless after ten years.


What would matter is that personality you have moulded through the years..



Its the year of the horse.
I am picturing.. a man.. carving out a horse from a wooden block.
It's the first day of new year..
He had only let his fresh carving knife touch the wooden block.
At the end of the year...
Will it be a horse running...
A horse sleeping...
Or a horse crying...


We never know.

All I know, is that in this moment. I feel blessed.

Happy New Year. :)