the art of S

So far, throughout this stupendously great season, it has been a great journey. A moment spent with friends brought us back to some memorable stories of how it all started; to be where we are now. The gossips then teasing, from one led to another until finally I realized about the art of S.

It started with the Smile. Smile was way back then. Once was the peak of time. Once was superior. Once I lost; the time when I couldn't tighten my grip, to keep on smiling, which later sadness being the shoulder to cry on. Stoned. It took years to get back on my life ride. And it was a great challenge fighting to get my spot back in, not in smile but sober. Better than never.

Then Shit came. Shit came uninvited. Yup, shit happenned, and it did! But at first, shit seems to be the total redemption. The redemption of all the shits happened during my smiling era. And I'm surely determined to make it happened, to materialized them. It looks like success had suddenly scooping its way in. But as it is, shit happened. Shit stumbled and shift to the other side of the banks. Oh shit!

For the second time, shit ensued.

Then I decided to put things back on hold and rest for a while. During my break, smile returned; claiming back all the smiling moment, all the smiling memories. It was a total shocking surprise; wondering on how should I react. Of all I ever wanted. This could be it!...***wink***

But this time, I'm the one who slipped, with the feeling of unsecured clouding my space which later I chose to step back. Being totally plain silly I guess. Maybe I wasn't ready yet to get the swing back on mode. Well, that was my mistake. I stumbled, tripped and slipped and made the wrong decision. I wondered, out of all occasion in life, how could I choose Shit instead of Smile; I need to smile eventuality. I thought I could save Shit out of the shit on the other side. I thought I could repair the defects. I thought I'll survive swimming crossing that life river which separate me and shit but I'm the one who needs help then. I was hit by wave and drifted. Oh Shit!

Ok. I'm enough with the thoughts. It won't bring any good now. I'll keep on cruising with the flow, hunting and waiting for some new opportunity and new sign. My ammo now is just silence and hope that I'm strong. It just one of my sensational regret or maybe lament in life when I see Smile keep on smiling all the way; on how I missed and blew my chance. Well, it may be the sacred secret of life. You'll never know.

Sometimes, somehow, shit can be painful in life but just keep on smiling and you'll learn about the secret later.

Happy Independence Day