Posted in Daily Pieces

A Reason

Sometimes, have you wonder why you met a certain person?
A longlife best friend, family, frenemies, or maybe the old lady we passed everyday in the alley.
Why it should be them, not someone else?

Maybe, they are there for a reason.

Maybe they are there to teach us about love, about happiness, about bonds.
Maybe they are there to teach us about hatred, about sorrow, about separation.

Maybe we met them to made us feel trusted, betrayed, loved, hated.
Maybe we met them to made us feel despair, hope, anger, comfort.

Maybe they appeared so that we know what is cloud nine and butterflies in our stomach.
Maybe they appeared so that we know how to curse, to greet, to say good bye, to hold onto, and to let go.
Maybe they appeared so that we know how to cry a river or to sing of joys.

 

Maybe they are there,
to let us grow.

 

 

Sidoarjo, November 27th 2015/March 20th 2016
To an old friend

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