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book of life and death
have you ever wondered what afterlife is like?
it intrigues me very much and i've always wanted to know how others imagined it to be. childish as i am, i thought it to be devoid of any kind of suffering. probably a tinge of loneliness occasionally as that's the trade-off for eternal life. but it would mostly be of looking over the 'living ones' and connecting with them through dreams. that was how i placed it.

in 'for one more day', mitch albom believes that afterlife exists within us. so long as we hold the people we love dearly in our hearts, they would never leave us. love will carry us through.

i didnt know that i like mitch albom this much. he inspires me.
his words breathes and impacts. they are plain and simple yet so much effort has been put in to intricately unfold the story. it's as if anyone can be a writer, so long as you put your heart and soul into your writing.

the book reminds me of charles dickens' a christmas carol. just like fictional stories should always have happy endings, i like to see people being given second chances. but i dont like having to ask for a second chance. it would mean regret and a wanting to undo a mistake. it is sad. instead, we should cherish. and above all, our family matters most. the purest of love being our parents'.

...
What causes an echo?
The persistence of sound after the source has stopped.


...
She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I'd stare too long
I'd probably break down and cry

She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by

Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine

Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Sweet child o' mine

-Guns N Roses


each footstep is a new love letter ♥
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