Thursday, January 26, 2006
ah well, sometimes i wonder to myself, am i really all alone in this small enterprise of mine. cry at everything and anything. boo. and then i ask myself where's this taking me.
i was lying in bed one morning and it suddenly occurred to me that i could just possibly leave something behind as part of my legacy, the legacy of being once a youth. the greatest age of mankind, to fall, and to start learning to take falls. and i had great impetus to keep a written diary of my misadventures, pain, happiness and pass it on to my daughter when she turns sweet eighteen. i say daughter because a son would probably scoff at my pains. and i would fill the pages with things mundane or not; soulful and genuine, and hope she tears when she reads it and realise that i was once young like her and full of love, and dreams, and of fulfilment.
and so this post is likely to be dedicated to a future darling girl of mine, the babe in the woods; for her warm searching heart, for the kindred spirit in her.
p.s i really wish there's so much much more to everything else Joyce Lim unzipped at 9:54 PM with 0 comments
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