Commitment

My fighting partner once told me, “I have to remind you. Seems that you’ve forgotten to write. I’m afraid that you’ll face the burn out again. It’s good to write though; at least it’s an exercise to sharpen the way you thinking.”

Every time I promise to myself that, I’ll write. But every time it was ended with blank paper.

I know that somewhere deep inside myself, there’s something that I want to let it go, out from my mind, my feeling, otherwise I’ll face another period of burn out. But for some reason, I could not find a word to express that feeling.

Like today, with one full day rally meeting, I feel so exhausted. I really need to sleep but my eyes still open. My mind still busy talking with somebody else. I have tried to ask my mind to stop for a while but he rejects it.

Oh ….. I wish this would end soon. I wish I can go back to my freedom day, where all my senses to write is there, where I can admire my frangipani flower, where I can watch the clouds chasing by the wind.

Anyway, as what he said, it’s all about commitment, then I think, I’ll start it from today by put my “sadness” into writing.

My song for today, by emi fujita from her album “A special album to all my friends”

Today

Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine

I'll taste your strawberries, I'll drink your sweet wine

A million tomorrows shall all pass away

Here I'll forget all the joy that is mine today

I'll be a dandy and I'll be a rover

You'll know who I am by the song that I sing

I'll fest at your table, I'll sleep in your clover

Who cares what tomorrow shall bring

Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine

I'll taste your strawberries, I'll drink your sweet wine

A million tomorrows shall all pass away

Here I'll forget all the joy that is mine today

I can't be contented with yesterday's glory

I can't live on promises winter to spring

Today is my moment and now is my story

I'll laugh and I'll cry and I'll sing

Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine

I'll taste your strawberries, I'll drink your sweet wine

A million tomorrows shall all pass away

Here I'll forget all the joy that is mine today