The phrase The Sky Tears is in fact, a pun. Because now, it is tearing apart and crying its tears out. Yet for the first time after so long, I feel happy despite the weather. The rain is a constant pain, a cycle that makes us think, why is the heavens weeping upon us...It is depressingly sad. But today's different. My mood is not by the weather. Queer.
Yesterday was the last day of nationals. Attended the dinner party at Matthew's house. I enjoyed it very much but alot of people kept asking me "Are you ok?" because I was exceptionally quiet. I said I was...just tired. And I guess I was haha. Until at around 9.30 my parents were already waiting outside and I was about to leave and I realized, Hey, I might never see Coach Zaki again. Then, I cried.
It was so sad damn it. And I'm not even going to type all those philosophical crap that runs through my head everyday because you can define life in a million different ways. You can define your believes in a million different ways. You can define LOST in a million different ways but it Always ALWAYS comes down to one conclusion. It is Sad. Life is sad. Believing is sad. And Lost is sad. So tragically sad.
But it is our job to come out and just live with all this sadness. Because, there are people whom you love so dearly around us. People whom you know you never ever want to hurt. People who will never leave your heart. So I know Coach Zaki left. And it is sad. And I did cry. But the truth is, he will only truly leave us when we stop remembering him. And thus, we can't ever do that. It's as simple as that.
The sky is on a rampage. Reaping open every cloud. Thunder booming across the land.
The sky is ranting its displeasure upon our sad souls.
So let's stay happy and remember those whom we love. ~Iza
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