Definition of Life and Memories.

Although his absence is already a long-gone history, his presence was so vividly binding to my mind. Nope, this time is not about my beloved one who passed away, it’s a singer, or shall I say legend, who rocked the world and stumbled upon every one’s heart, for too many times. What strengthens me wasn’t his songs, instead it’s his ordeal, especially when his death was near. The poignant voice he had, has deeply struck into my heart and the voice can really soothe my soul.

He lived his life to the maximum, despite of the disparaging views he had been placed in. He broke every borders, and even achieved beyond more than what he had expected. Since the day I got in touch with his music till now, I’m still cherishing every bite of his words which has built my poise and sanity where no one can do, but only his voice.

“I’m caught in between, with a fading dream”, this sentence has accompanied me for a while now, and I’m still reluctant to ditch it, it’s too valuable and I would be willing to give up everything except the sentence. In the face of it, it may seems ordinary, dull and meaningless. But what if you’re placed in a mishap, an impasse with no way out? In betweenremedy and punishment, the least painful one was death, and no more.

[The person mentioned starting from below is not related to above]
Life may be just one two and three, and most of the things are not even worth to be mentioned of, and it’s not up to me to say that life is short or long, nonetheless, problems will just keep on coming incessantly, if one doesn’t learn to cope with fear and hardships, the upcoming one will be his most painstakingly hard moment of his life. For instance? Myself. When I was young, nothing could be seemed a problem because there will be always the “one” to back me up, I’m the perfectly-made spoiled brat. The first problem I met, was the one where it’s the least thought of and yet the most feared of, death of the “one”.

I cried without tears, screamed without words, and my heart was beating out of time. I was in dismay, trying to go back in time and to amend where things have started to gone awry. The dream I made that night was the longest and darkest, where were the “lecture section” and the chide?

Life is like a fairytale, but when the story has come to an end, that’s the doomsday. It has been some time now, and I have picked up my life and began my journey again, but something is different now, I’ve become much durable now, I’ve had the worst, what else could be worse?