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Wednesday, October 11, 2006

food for thought

i read this somewhere. thought it was rather interesting.

a pair of lovers , who were destined to marry other people had met under unique circumstances. They never knew how to be friends. They were lovers right from the start. Against all odds, they got married. The lad was the son of the empire's greatest general and was thus often seen as heir apparent of his father's stronghold and 10000 strong army. And alas, as fate would have it, his father passed away days after the wedding and soon, our male lead was led away to a faraway land to fight his father's war and seek vengeance.

Our lady, she was ever the loyal , faithful wife. As he walked away, he turned back to say, " I'll write, wait for me."
And she did. Every day she would open her mailbox only to see an emptiness best described as void.
That same void filled her heart every time this happened.

days , months , and finally a year passed. No letter.
She felt weak .


and in an instance . a day and a year since her husband left.
She fell.

And in heaven, they met.

Telepathy is a powerful thing. You know when the one you love is sad, down or in danger.
He had died a year from the day he left. she waited just so , he did not have to suffer the pain she went through.

Moral of the story , keep looking in the mail.
Keep hoping.
for without hope and faith.
you'll never really lived.

No matter how hard work it is, keep going at it, because somewhere out there , someone here is waiting and silently supporting your every efforts.

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musicraze winks
at |9:18 AM|