Eat, Pray, Die

An editor commented the phrase I used in one of my article.
An acrimonious divorce is superflous.
No divorce could be described with a positive adjective.

Exactly. Just as my detachment process which has been acutely depressing.
The bolt and nuts of my brain are almost dropping off from the screws.

I enrolled into the wrong book out of the world's expectation. Could I blame on the guru whom I consulted so I don't feel entirely sorry?

I have a good affair with Love but shortly left and reluctantly return to Hate in critical moments.
Moving on with Hate, we landed on new soil but Hate had transformed into a Sore and I hated it deeply than before but surprisingly, I still cling unto it.
Why do we often have what we refuse?
Why there is no better refuge?

Sore then mellowed and I found Genial in Sore.
Slowly, Sore is changing into a small Hate.
Smaller and smaller.

Still, I want to bid farewell to Hate.
I want to close Hate's door. I want to open Love's door.
Could I?

Love has grown over the years in the march of time.
But, Love may not open its door now.
A bit too late. The carriage has a timer.
I have to line up in the queue with an uncertain 'Yes'.

I lose Love because of Hate over the years.
Why didn't I boldly pursue Love in the first instance?

Could I reclaim Love and dwell happily in an English Castle?
Armed with knights and weapons to block Hate at the entry gate?

I sincerely don't know.
I eat without Love.
I pray without Love but I still pray.
I pray to die if I could not open Love's door.

Who's on the line, sweetie?

The raging wind is acting in madness out of a sudden.
Blowing the housetops forcefully and sending bangs of the door.

I began to follow the similar madness.
Mad at about everything that has to do with life, especially me which is a life.

It is not impossible to ask what identifies you, here on earth, yes, on earth.
Heaven cares your identity the least but you know the earth doesn't act that way.

What is your worth?
A gem? A baby? The desirable ? The 50's greatest man/woman list?
Listed by Forbes? Fortune 500? FHM? AskMen?

Where do you live?
What type of property you purchase/invest?
Posh? Elite neighbourhood? Or eww...slum? Worst - homeless?

What do you do vs How do you do?
What's your paycheck? Packed with fat or slim in figure?
How many zeros you've got in there?

We began to identify ourselves along these veins.
Our validation comes from ????
Bingo if you answered "Others".

I took a walk under the dark sky and singled out the three big factors which the world uses in the identification department - money, intellect and beauty.

If you have any of these in generous amount and quality, you could made an easy ride on earth. Almost.
Oh, never mind if you cut others' line and gain them shrewdly.
The point is - get it or get lost.


All of us know this fact , a somewhat cruel fact that I have to tell my kid that "this is it".

Who dialled our line, sweetie? 
Fame, Power, Wealth, Beauty, Seduction, Temptation
Anything but the real thing, mommy.