The Hidden Beauty of Sakura

Right now is the season of Sakura or Cherry Blossom. If you go to Beppu in this moment, you could see Sakura like almost everywhere, and it's so beautiful I can say. All my friends (including myself!) went to picnic under the Sakura Tree in most Beppu's parks. We called it お花見 (ohanami) in Japanese.

Moments in life is pretty much like Sakura. It only blossoms for about one or two weeks before it falls off and finished. It only happens in a very short time, that is why it becomes so beautiful and precious for us. Just like Sakura, moments don't last forever, that's what I learned. That's why, for me, every moments and encounters happen in my life are valuable and precious. But in the other hand, moments, unlike Sakura, held a precious things that no one can tell even though it's over.


And as I am watching Sakura starts to fall out these days, I know it's time for me to start letting go things that had been so precious to me. And if I am lucky enough, I might could grab those moments back someday somewhere.

If We Really Were Meant To Be..

People say hello and goodbye too many times in life. In our life, people come and go. Meet, being together, and just separated. Sometimes I wonder, how could I find the right one if it continues like this?

As a girl, I believe that everyone has someone that meant to be with us. For me, if someone really were meant to be with me, even if we have to be separated for years, even if we have to separated again and again, even though I said I've move on, even though there are almost no hope to reunited, if we were really meant to be, someday we will meet again somewhere and in that time we both will fall in love with each other again like the first time, no matter what.

If someday I meet someone like that (and I really wish I will!), I know.. I should not let him go.

The Story of Life

Life fulls of things we never can understand. What we thought is the whole picture for us, actually we only hold a tiny piece from the very big picture. We would never know what is the truth until the story ended. And ironically that's life, and that's how it goes. Untold secret that should have been told. Things I've been waiting to know for the past months. And we were running out of time. When we realized it, everything was too late.


I've been wondering these days.
Would it be a different story if only I've been more honest with my own feeling back then?