|Reflection (standard:other, 137 words)|
|Author: Anonymous||Added: Jun 04 2003||Views/Reads: 1833/1||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Just a short piece of philosophy|
Every person's life is different. Whether different from transformations or different from stillness, the shining loneliness, or uniqueness, of words, actions, and amendments always prevail to separate us from one another. We can never describe our life truly in simple speech, but if there were two adjectives to describe my life, I would label it like my favorite soup. Sweet and Sour. Sweet is the twinkling laughter of my baby sister, sweet is the endless licks dealt on a chocolate ice cream cone, and most of all, sweet is my illusions, whether they be blindness or hope. Sour is children in midst of a corrupt war, sour is every obstacle never jumped over, and, most of all, sour is my lost innocence, a simple train passing me by. I reflect upon these memories, yet I feel colorblind. Tweet
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