A sort of happiness

“Happy” has a very broad sense, difficult to define yet sometimes simpler to feel. I happened to experience that kind of simple happiness. In the morning, I checked my balance in my mobile phone and as it often happens I hit the wrong key in my mobile phone and got to the list of contact. Suddenly a name appeared in the list: “Flx” … Felix… and off course…his mobile number. And then…out of the blue…I felt an urge to send him a message. Then…I wrote…and sent it:

Flx
Flx,
Hope that life is doing great…
U r the person I can’t reach through facebook…so I send u this message to say ‘hi’ – ike

Recipient:
Flx
+628xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Sent:
….
10:00:13

I sent the message without any expectation to receive a reply as he is a man of a very few words and not a kind of person who likes doing a meaningless chit chat.

In the afternoon when I was doing some readings I heard my mobile vibrated (I deliberately set my mobile phone in vibrating mode as I am easily annoyed by ringing tones). I picked it up and opened the new message…:

Flx
Hai juga.

Sender:
Flx
+628xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Message centre:
+6143xxxxxxxxxxxx
Sent:
………….
15:41:19

GOODNESS…it was certainly from Felix. Didn’t he realize that he had to pay double or triple of the usual rate as the SMS had to cross to other continent? Hopefully he knew it or I would feel guilty as I failed to tell him about the rate….

Anyway, I don’t really care about what he felt or feels. The most important is what I felt. I felt happy…H A P P Y…in a funny way. It doesn’t mean that other people who are still in touch with me do not make me happy but this is just different. An SMS from a person who did not even bother to say anything but only expressed pain in his eyes when I told him that he had to postpone his graduation to another year as he still had to pass one subject he forgot to take…is a lot of things. The SMS boosted my day…

The Torn Birds

There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. From the moment it leaves the nest it searches for a thorn tree, and does not rest until it has found one. Then, singing among the savage branches, it impales itself upon the longest, sharpest spine. And, dying, it rises above its own agony to out-carol the lark and the nightingale. One superlative song, existence the price. But the whole world stills to listen, and God in His heaven smiles. For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain … Or so says the legend.

The bird with the thorn in its breast, it follows an immutable law; it is driven by it knows not what to impale itself, and die singing. At the very instant the thorn enters there is no awareness in it of the dying to come; it simply sings and sings until there is not the life left to utter another note. But we, when we put the thorns in our breast, we know. We understand. And still we do it. Still we do it.

(Colleen McCullough’s The Thorn Birds)

"Swallowed In The Sea" - Coldplay

You cut me down a tree
And brought it back to me
And that's what made me see
Where I was going wrong
You put me on a shelf
And kept me for yourself
I can only blame myself
You can only blame me

And I could write a song
A hundred miles long
Well, that's where I belong
And you belong with me

And I could write it down
Or spread it all around
Get lost and then get found
Or swallowed in the sea

You put me on a line
And hung me out to dry
And darling that's when I
Decided to go to see you

You cut me down to size
And opened up my eyes
Made me realize
What I could not see

And I could write a book
The one they'll say that shook
The world, and then it took
It took it back from me

And I could write it down
Or spread it all around
Get lost and then get found
And you'll come back to me
Not swallowed in the sea

Ooh...

And I could write a song
A hundred miles long
Well, that's where I belong
And you belong with me

The streets you're walking on
A thousand houses long
Well, that's where I belong
And you belong with me

Oh what good is it to live
With nothing left to give
Forget but not forgive
Not loving all you see

Oh the streets you're walking on
A thousand houses long
Well that's where I belong
And you belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea

You belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea
Yeah, you belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea

She’s alone

She is standing alone

Half covered by the car parked

Others are walking briskly

Passing her without taking notice

The night is creeping

The busy street is now deserted

People are ready to rest

She is still there standing

I am ready to go

Leaving a half empty glass of chocolate latte

And an empty plate of donuts

I am passing her without saying a word

She’s still standing there … alone…

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