Story of Mystery Story
The Word Soul That Is Not It

My feet stepped towards the terrace of the house, an old chair made of carved wood was in the corner. A large flower pot was right next to her. And just like the nights before, now I sit in that chair looking at the night.

Seen in the air, even though it is dark, there is still a point of light, as if it is a picture of a point that is addressed by various humans, in different ways and ways. The true truth. But alas, humans often slip by their own wits. Creating a world, a world of imagination. How Many? Perhaps not later counted, how many times the imaginary man tried lena depending on his imagination.

But that is uniquely human. People in the world are full of beauty, it is a pleasure to look at one and one. Humans have to khasan is not the same, I say unique because each person has different interests, talents, and preferences. Demikan further mingled in life, the abstruse avoid meeting from others, so when it comes to interaction, it is manifested to find a personal self that partly has similar peculiarities. When did you meet different? At first the understanding was supposed to make awareness, so that the form in the proclamation. If so, at least narrow the space of the clash.

Y'all know? I am not the real one inhabiting this house, I am the invisible image of it. I am me, even if my manner and figure resembles him, but I am not him.

Often without him realizing I was so close to him, exchanging talk through his mind about many things. Say, I am the supernatural. If the senses are accustomed to feeling the air outside of themselves when alone, it is certainly natural that the supernatural will achieve something to be a friendship. It is a reasonableness, because it is equally comfortable in togetherness.

It's not me who's a writer. When I once intrigued with a question, why write? He replied, "As a melancholy of heart who is restless than yet real meaning.."

What a pessimistic answer.

Not without a reason it became like that, I know very well the excitement and spirit that had run on his chest several times, is I call the time of the Sea of Love Bergelora.

And also not mistaken me in the act he grew disappointed, I heard very well how he was happy in the heart, "Him he disturbed the heart with a wedge, for example dreaming may be matched in the second dream, he said, where the charm that is spread is beyond the usual sleeping flowers. I recall the loss of logic, when each guard and lena only beautiful face in session. Stirred passion by the light of the rays, eroding the impossibility of being vividly illustrated in the sheets of virtual notes. Destiny is a mystery, regret is at the end of the day, if it is allowed, then it does not become so, which there is a wrong deviation that must be passed. In millions of years it feels like, the silence of my nature without the shadow of the flower, which is lost, the raib continues the steps, regardless of the desires of the small cat without the appearance and caste. Silent a million, trying to uncover the fog of existence but held back by shame, all is not desperate to trap it in a cage, leaving only a longing for nothing, the vibrating sign is still there."

It's sad, but that's what happened. A scar for the heart. And still have his face to look at the world?

You could say how he held back with the bitterness of what struck, Often I heard overflowing emotions stirring from his lips. "If it were allowed I would have to say more" and at that time I whispered softly in his heart, until he was stunned, and for a moment I thought, "But there is something holding back, as if speaking.. Nay! Let there be a difference between you and him, for this is how the world should be.."

Be ill. Sometimes love can't make people sick.

You must be more confused with me, while I am me. There is a human-like nature I have. Anything that I like and think is useful is what I definitely recommend. Anything I don't like and I think harms me is definitely banned. And whatever I do not see its benefits and disadvantages then I let it be. That's me, maybe you, or them.

When it's not the same, it depends what we want? Because we are unique to each person, then what we should be a choice, the problem is that there is part of the uniqueness that seeks a soul mate, if he does not find it, often when power and influence exist, cultivated in various ways and without realizing it, uniqueness is not.

Trying to look wise, uh.

Let it be, even if it is okay, yet we unknowingly have infinite potential. Try for a moment to reflect on the various civilizations that have been achieved by humans, it will also come to the conclusion, "If the human person is clean from disturbing stains, it may be the potential that settles from one human only, and the human being, it will overflow to an indefinite extent."

Unfortunately, often humans are mistaken with worldly glitter, then again will arise as a reflection of everything that has been achieved by humans. Building towards a better future or..? When is the time when the resources are managed, and the existing humans filled with the ideals of achieving a better life again have to correct all their efforts? And which forsakes holiness at the height of all that has been accomplished?

Once I sat quietly while looking at the story that was being worked on by him who was not me. Quite interesting, the title is the Road to Heaven. It tells the story of a man named Tom. Tom is just a mortal who happens to walk on the surface of the earth because his fate dictates so. His wings were broken, and the ship that always sent him around nature was buried in the muddy shallows of the black lake. He realized where he was, among similar species but different patterns of thought. And that's what makes Tom often forget to put his degree, because he does not accept the culture that is not his. The look of belittling and demeaning may not escape from the humans around him. Unfortunately they are helpless, because however special Tom is, he is a darling in true hatred. One day Tom was pensive to look at the sky after being content to waltz to and fro with his arrogance. Staring at the stars of the night that glowed, not just one, but countless, scattered decorate the dark nature. Conscious of Tom's existence, indeed millions of stars are not the same size, but look just as beautiful, and perhaps so is the existence of beings, not because of their assessed size, more to their meaningful usefulness.

And there is another story that quite tickles my mind. Two Persons in Self-Honesty. The story is about two honest men. First Honest Man, Tell Tono his name, a dozen years of service where he works, various tasks he takes well, all view him as a force that can be asked for help, he said, and more and more tasks were given to him, even for the proper duties were not given to him. Tono thinks, if abandoned continue to be so, will accumulate more burden that he bears, while his income does not show change. So Tono began to put a price tag on the additional tasks assigned to her. What the hell's going on? He changed all the views of people to him, and he was known as a person who always wished for what he did, people began to disbelieve and away from him.

Second Honest Man, Say Toni her name, the dozens of years she worked where she sought income, various tasks were given and carried out well, full of responsibility and honesty, therefore, she said, flocked people to meet him to give assignments, even for tasks that he really should not do. Toni thought, it was heavy that he felt, but all that was the first step for him to reach his human liking, therefore still he always received all the tasks he gave, he always received, although often he complained with all the weight he felt. So the more he got his heart by his leader, and also others who needed his services, Toni more trusted, and people closer to him. Whenever any job had extra income, the leadership gave it to Toni, and so did the people who felt indebted to her, and the more prosperous Toni's life became.

Either way you think, it probably has nothing to do with the story, which is clearly crossed about the human person who is two sides of the coin. In Life there is Good, and Bad. There's Black and White. There are two different sides. One and the other are not the same, one and the other try to be more dominant.

Sometimes we forget that we are in person. Like two sides of a currency, there are different parts to one another. When our lives are filled with good things, and when our lives are affected by bad things, so that it is manifested in behavior, therefore, it is worthy of expression, 'There is no perfect man in the world.' Good and bad also often depends on which side we see, such as a partisanship, then where our part sided we always consider good things, always something that suits us will we think is right, and vice versa, the other side will always look bad, because it is usually contrary and does not suit us.

The awareness we get is, each side has a lover, therefore do not think to be a person who is absolutely loved or accepted by every creature, because it is difficult. It is enough to behave as well as we can, because it is difficult for us to persuade the heart if the heart is captive on the other hand, then all our efforts are in vain. It is different if the heart is captive by the part that we are in it, so whatever slander or ugly parable on the self certainly will not melt the love that has been embedded and certainly considered just a joke.

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Yaw! Yaw!

Hm.. The owl was surprising. It's also amazing why I was surprised. It shouldn't be. Could it be because it is too lena in daydreams?

What time is this? I looked at the wall clock in the living room. At two o'clock. It was long enough until morning. I got up, my feet stepped towards a room. The room is not me.

The man, he hasn't slept yet. Still busy leaning on the chair, and look at the eyes staring at the ceiling of the room. I'm shaking.

Looking for inspiration? Or do you recall an old lover who hurt you?

If only the second, I hope he doesn't look for a thrill chest. If you cry because you are sad, and laugh because you are happy, that is natural. And when the opposite happens, the sadness and joy are already beyond the limit. Because not always all the wishes we can achieve. There should be growing awareness, if that happens, then try to curse at the sky, or point the finger at people.

Maybe that's what I deserve to whisper to her, but not now, maybe later. I want to break the body down some shock. As long as you know, I don't want to look lazy, I'm distracted by his behavior.

Just one moral message for the complainer. Let the world work as it pleases and as it should. And let nature not approach with kindness and the rain of lazy peace comfort the weak heart. Not far from the front there is space left to live in, not the usual space in laziness that arises because it feels betrayed. It is a recompense for those who go forward, forge ahead, challenge failure and disappointment, face a world unique to the typical human being.

So-called.