Everything is dust in the wind.
My beloved grandmom died when I was 18.
Here is my mother"s old photograph when she was about 20 not married ,she was hugging a lamb ,her smiling face was so pure and pretty.
She was a country girl.
Now her hair is gray, her thick wrinkles on her face give me heartache.
She is gonna die like my gandma did.
My eyes are wet now.
Surely I feel everything is dust in the wind.
See the maginificent but wounded pyramaids in Egypt.
They are going to perish also as dusts in desert.
Its only matter of time,
Ironically ,I feel free cuz nothing s gonna last forever.
But Why? Why we are here living these fragile and temporary lives?
and why I have to feel deep sadness over my mom"s old photograph?
2007-05-23
20:06:07
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