repeat

A life of a teacher is like a cassette played over and over again with a repeat button. No matter where you are, you will always be someone who will be left behind while your students embark to their new journey. [Originally written on 22 July, 2017]

The pain is real

Dec #23

Everytime we say goodbye, I die a little… Everytime we say goodbye, I wonder why a little…

I thank God for tears. They are what make us humans. Well, dogs cry too… And dogs are humans’ bestfriends. Tears show that we are not only bone and flesh but also feelings and soul. They are the most purest, rawest and sharpest emotions when they are true. I cried today because I was out of words to describe this hole in my heart. I was tempted to ask, “what have I done wrong?” but instead I shut my mouth and let my eyes asked the same question. Of course, eyes could not say a word. They could only glisten and drop some tears. But still, I thank God.

Goodbye.

There is something good in every goodbye for even the saddest one.

“when I was younger, I saw my Lenti cry…

and curse on the wind.

she broke her own heart and I watched

as she tried to reassemble it