We are members of the human race.

"We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here – that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play “goes on” and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

To my point of views every extension of individuality gives in and out in a different way. In pursuit of the same task or holding the same valid variation theory logically the same in common sense but actually not to living things. We may live in the same world but we all lives in different dimension. Every extension valid or variation in different forms thus although to some having twins actually twins don’t exist. Therefore the quote of expression implied correctly. We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. We as living lives with passion thus we want to be what we hope to achieve but then again in life we will never have all. Curiosity as a multi-complex beings seeking what we believed by then to be slave what we believed or be enslave for a system creation does not belong to anyone.  The question as mention above paragraph , “What will your verse be?”. That is actually a play role in life.

To be verse fully will never make you contented only exception. As I gaze thru my every journal expression written from all sorts of enigma content I see times the beauty in it. Even my thoughts could be varied from times to time but the analysis maybe out in all but exception there is only actually to live my life the way I believed. Alhamdulillah for all without the guidance from Allah I will lose. I except failure although merely humans I do feel it but times don’t tells tales no words could profound my inner soul attachment. I am bound to no perfection but serenity can never be explained out in written words. To each have their own as to each have their own responsibilities and sacrifice. I am different in my version. What will my verse be?

My verse will be I don’t care. Which means I live my life the way I believed in trials practice in every options or chances never to force myself how it will works because nothing is stronger than fate. Thus failures mostly are norms why keep on bracing that is not mine. Fate works differently not in theory logic or practical common sense. Who are we to judge what we should not? The extension of every written word makes my mind spoke to myself as I slight thru every seconds of it.

"We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here – that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play “goes on” and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

MASRULHAKIM BIN AMIN.