October 02, 2006

eudaimonia

my precious


"You" by Switchfoot. OST of "A Walk to Remember"

"There's always something in the way.
There's always something getting through,
but it's not me. It's You.

Sometimes ignorance rings true,
but hope is not in what I know.
It's not in me. It's in You.
It's all I know. It's all I know.

I find peace when I'm confused.
I find hope when I'm let down.
Not in me. It's in You.

I hope to lose myself for good.
I hope to find it in the end.
Not in me. In You.
It's all I know. It's all I know.
In You. In You. Its in You.

There's always something in the way.
There's always something getting through,
but it's not me. It's You."


A good song stays close to my heart. Brain. Whatever.

How is it possible that at the age of 23 you are still clueless about almost everything in life?
From things that would make you really happy, to what you really want in life?
Even getting what you want in life, would it make you happier?

Young adult. What so adult about it.

Honestly I envy those who seems to be coping so well with life, having a blast blending in.
Because I don't think I fit in anywhere.
I want to go home. Home is where I belong. But honestly I don't know where home is.

Nevertheless, I don't have anything to complain. I am grateful, of everything, despite of everything.
I have someone whom I love full-heartedly, who is speaking an entirely different love language than I do.
My family happens to be the most important thing in my life, for just being mine, although they don't quite comprehend what or who I really am.
I have my friends who I cherish most, that I'd go through hell and back for them without expecting anything in return, just because I want to.

That's why I love 'em a great deal, because I don't put any expectation.
They might to but I don't expect them to. Half of the times, they don't even know the whole story. Because once I poured my heart out, I would be expecting too much, more than they can give.
Better not let it be that way.

"There could never be enough money, enough attention or -most important- enough love, because he knew how quickly it could vanish... " Charles R Cross on Kurt Cobain. How true.

I think I tend to march at my own beat that doesn't sound like a bit at all most of the times.

People, this is PMS. Praise the Lord.

When the time comes that you don't need anything or anyone else to feel good about your life and self, you know you have finally reached the state of eudaimonia ; the prime candidate of ultimate human flourishing.
My time shall come.

Mari mari sahur!!! nyum nyum


Selamat berpuasa kepada Muslim & Muslimat.

To Iwan, all the best for PMR.
Posted by nanayau at 3:46 AM

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

clueless? dnt worry. u'll find ur own way.just enjoy the NOW moment my dear nana...

October 03, 2006 4:35 PM
Anonymous said...

" aku juga pernah melalui jalan yg sama "-Raja Solo 7 Lautan

bertabahlah!!! \(^0^)/

p/s: aku copy code audio letak dkt frenster.. boleh kan? kan?

October 04, 2006 10:22 PM

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