Epilog: Semuanya Ter-Buku

• Jenguk buku yang belum dibaca. Setiap kali hampir berdebu aku tiup dan gilap kembali agar tiada ada kotor. 

• Dalam buku-buku inilah aku mencari maksud, aku mengugah jiwa, aku merobek ma'ana yang senantiasa tiada tenteram dek karenah pendustaan duniawi. 

• Buku-buku yang menjadi peneman setia aku. Tiada siapa tika dinihari dapat mengubat kejerihan, kepayahan berada beribu batu jauh dari keluarga, dari rumah, dari zon selesa. Sini, aku senantiasa tercari, senantiasa dipersoal, senantiasa diherdik, senantiasa disalah-tanggap, senantiasa itu dan ini. Pudar mental dan fizikal.

• Langsung lesu jiwa ada ketika ingin pulang tidur dan tidak bangun semula. Tapi bilaku belek buku-buku ini, aku rasa semacam gah kembali, aku hidup bernafaskan inspirasi. Aku bagai tanah kering yang disimbahi limpah hujan, segar semula. 

• Oh Buku-buku aku! Kadang aku skizofernia, bergelak tawa, seorang diri. Kadang aku bercakap dengan sang dinding, tiada punya telinga dimanifestasi untuk mendengar tapi tetap membatu diri. Mengiakan segala yang daku cerita. Dalam suka duka. Selamanya. Terima Kasih tidak terhingga!

Epilog : The Little Things

The little things.

The little things that keeps our spirits in the right path.
The little things that keeps our clocks of life ticking.
The little things that make us see the world from a different point of view.
How beautiful and fortunate that we get the opportunity to experience them.
Day after day, we go about our own ways, we see things as they are, its all in its right place.
But sometimes, its the little things, insignificant it maybe in all of the other available days around the year, but just once, you see things differently. The beautification of your view at that instance, that very moment, is priceless.

Sometimes we take for granted things as they might seem insignificant and it picture paints a lack of value.
Look. A couple of days back someone virtually congratulated me upon acquiring a new land-line telephone number, no matter how insignificantly absurd it may seem, but to them it has value, and surely to me, it pinches my insides a lil' bit. It was a feeling, of appreciation. Of being thankful and grateful, even-though I don't half understand the idea of it all.

But it is the "insignificant" things, the littlest of efforts, the smallest of details, that makes us click and allows us to go on day by day. Before you learn to appreciate them, you'd best learn to discover them, on a greater frequency. Yes?