I never understood mountains, the history, the story and the life and pain it has swallowed. The sea has always been my source of tranquility before. The sand documents my pain and the sea swallows the shattered pieces left behind. Recent news consisting of both happy, hate, and cruelty overwhelms me in so many aspects that I cringe to walk through another day. As I drown myself in this salty water flashing back to the time where I hear my nieces laugh and the time where my partner held that bouquet of roses with a smile carved to his face to celebrate my graduation, I cried. Those simple moments are treasures to me that was capable to paint over the black wall I had for the past years.
Then I remembered the mountains that have heard the sound of pain every day of it's life. The sound of people screaming their heart out from pain, anger and success. It echoes and fades into thin air only to be left as a memory to the mountain. Listening to the sound of every creature of every animal in this world, every whisper of the wind, the night howl and the trees' cracking leaves. I guess that is why avalanche occurs, it was a source of release for the mountains after listening so much to peoples' story only to break down like any other creatures in this world.
I go through days to learn to see life with a much better perception over it. Goodness is so hard to find that I am constantly left in shock and sadness altogether. The shock was because it exist as it is so hard to find and the sadness is because I know it is slowly dying.
