With Life...

Life, can be anything. It can be a chair
lying on wooden mahogany staircase, or a magnificent picture of your mom
at her wedding day. Life can be a mysterious tune made by the spoon on your coffee
at dimly-lit coffee space or a big excitement someone felt when he waited for the
rain to stop.

Every human person can create and
determine life at its meaning. I, myself, wanted to make life a meaning.

Just like a glass of HALF-FILLED water
lying on a table. Half filled, you ask? Because of teh sense of waiting I have
in it. Waiting to be emptied or filled. I can always consider it meaningless
when I see it empty, not filled. And so meaningful that I wanted to see it so
much filled. Or in days it would be.

The sunflower, as its life can be seen -- yields to face the bright yearning sun every morning.

To make her own meaning. Her Life.