memories
we always struggle for the forgetfulness of lonely and unwanted memories. but what’s more irrational than losing a memory. most of us look but didn’t see the fact that recollections of the past events are precious. how can we afford to loss the lessons of our lives. who we are to ignore the facts and reality that happened. we are gifted to have such unfavorable reminiscences, for what is more lethally poisonous than not having one.
the children of today will never have the memory of
- waking up to the call of singing birds and rough shout of a rooster.
- feeling the rambling roar of stomach to the aroma of a fresh cooked breakfast
- walking to school in companion of the smooth morning breeze
- afternoon bath on a rainbow sparkling reflection of the sun on water along the river banks
- a cappella of toads and frogs after the passing rain turn the cracking ground to life.
- listening to the melody composed and orchestrated by the visiting monsoon.
- high pitch alarm of crickets the reminds a wandering curious child to run home for diner.
- feast on the table under the flickering light of a melting candle stick
- performing the ritual of folding a mosquito net between the feather mattress and wooden bed
- closing the eyes in darkness with great anticipation that tomorrow is a brighter day.
a growing child of today already lost what they don’t have, the memory of life. humans the self proclaimed guardian of creation is losing the world it borrowed from their children. advancement is inevitably wanted and needed. however development is on its destructive direction, a development paid by life. an evolution with out memories.
the children of today will never have the memory of
- waking up to the call of singing birds and rough shout of a rooster.
- feeling the rambling roar of stomach to the aroma of a fresh cooked breakfast
- walking to school in companion of the smooth morning breeze
- afternoon bath on a rainbow sparkling reflection of the sun on water along the river banks
- a cappella of toads and frogs after the passing rain turn the cracking ground to life.
- listening to the melody composed and orchestrated by the visiting monsoon.
- high pitch alarm of crickets the reminds a wandering curious child to run home for diner.
- feast on the table under the flickering light of a melting candle stick
- performing the ritual of folding a mosquito net between the feather mattress and wooden bed
- closing the eyes in darkness with great anticipation that tomorrow is a brighter day.
a growing child of today already lost what they don’t have, the memory of life. humans the self proclaimed guardian of creation is losing the world it borrowed from their children. advancement is inevitably wanted and needed. however development is on its destructive direction, a development paid by life. an evolution with out memories.
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