what are we truly living for?
one of the most beautiful sounds has to be the clear, sweet melody echoing in a completely silent room, plucked out on a harp, each string being like strings of the heart, gently and lovingly stirred into music. the resonant sounds are like a guide to peace, and and end to suffering. i have witnessed great tenacity and strength today, of people long-suffering but never faltering in their faith or positive attitudes. admirable courage in the face of adversity. i suppose sometimes it doesn't matter how long we live but rather how we live it.
two days ago, i finally got the courage and opportunity to say something which i had been feeling horrible about, one of the many wrongs which i had done. by right confessing it should make me feel better, as it relieves the pressure of keeping it untold, and stops impeding the progression of my belief that there should be trust between friends. i have said everything there is to say, and it is close to complete openness. but where there once was trust, i'm not sure if there is now. i'm not sure i still deserve it. saying it has made me feel guilty, and ashamed that i could do such stupid and perhaps even hurtful things. but what's done is done, and people forgive, people forget, people don't forgive, people don't forget, people do stupid things, but amidst this, life goes on. it always does.
so what are we truly living for?
:11:54 PM: :sugah~plum