Bittersweet
I have recently figured something out I should have been honest to myself from a very long time ago. It is about a feeling that stays grounded at the bottom of my heart. It is not hot, nor is it cold. It is not a mourn, nor is it a gratitude. A feeling where there are not blacks and whites, even when your hands take and give – a flip of one human action. It is bad…. yet it is meant to be. I stand still and am stuck in between. I am on a borderline, one side penetrates and another radiates. Maybe it is a feeling of being a human. Our Yin and Yang. Our indefinite reality. Yet it is something most of people would feel vulnerable for. We have seen myriad murders, suicides, briberies, unscrupulous critics, predicted delinquencies, and filthy lives of people we have never really met. And I believe, there is always something that we can’t control. The way those people perceive, feel, and put faith for. They are just as numb as bluish color of tied rubber band at the tip of your fi...