TRANSFORMATION

25 Jan 1985, my date of birth as conveyed by my mother.  Never knew how I really appeared, what were my activities that time,, all the facts keyed into my mind so that I may have a past when I m old.

This inattentive, negligent phase of life is the significant time to groom, things learned at this instance is collected ever after. Once an infant is through this time,, the transformation starts.

   Human’s memory is initialized when born and programmed till he is grown up,, the time he starts making decision is the life segment when he has the data inside the lookup table of his memory with that sometimes he compares or sometimes tries to make a new thing out of it,, lastly its just the manipulation of that information in his head.

Comparable to a larva, when it conceal itself in a cocoon, every day it enters a new process till the time it fully converts to a butterfly. For human I can identify two stages apparently life and death. Among these two we transform ourselves. After the end of my first phase the death will triumph over, and hoping that there will be no more transformations further.

My entrance into a new world is another hope for breathing at this moment.

A new world with new things,, old experience tending to be worthless,, it’s a whole new world out there.

But I hope there all the sufferings will be over, without any conversion, I will just flow,, on my own,, knowing finally my belonging..,, Expecting that the feeling of this rip heart bleeding from inside will finish off. Living with this wish,, knowing that the answer lies nowhere I m optimist the same will happen,,…