Far From Over
I heard those words. I realized I have been using the lines that I hear as my titles - be it from music, movie, conversation, and common expressions. ( Back to Square One , Cigarettes After Sex , Whatever Helps You Sleep at Night , 10 Things I Hate About You , You Reap What You Sow ...) "Pain is a perfect ingredient for poetry," they say. But I decided not to make poetry anymore. At least not for now. Yet this is poetic. Writing is always poetic. As it must be. Among all things, why is pain still poetic? What is so poetic about pain? Is it the emotion that expresses what it is like to be human? Is it the beauty of ugly things? Ironic. We have agreed that pain isn't always dull but of the essence. We have perfected the narrative of turning such agony and remorse into motivation and change. How exhaustive is that? Can you imagine? Always learning from a loss. Almost yielding into ordeals. Far from over We are far from over repeating such an unending cycle