And Life Is Happening Somewhere Out There

Things can be important. Trivial in attributes but bearing the full potential of posing an existential question. These are implicit in manner but highly stressed to push further, push for more. We can only try to the very end, and ultimately it can still be an utter failure. From the window, the outside world is quite visible. Little birds are hopping, the chirping of birds are resonating with the tranquil light reflected on those green leaves of trees. A bliss of kissing sunlight, everything everywhere. An emergency situation is a trigger moment of a potential threat. Further aggression in vulnerabilities of ongoing life. A tune of a morbid past, uncertain present, and forced implication of a foreseeable future. A much-needed strength to bypass and bypass more, another vital question of life. And life is happening somewhere, out there.