There’s something wrong, but I don’t know what to do.
I contemplate on things that have passed; those that puts stones on the shoulders, and those that bring the rare smile on my face. I think about the smallest of things and the most profound of matters in life.
What befuddles me is how they are one and the same thing – they’re minute yet major; they weigh down the heart yet lifts the edges of my mouth.
These things in life have such a strange effect – they create ripples – even waves – that crash at us. We sometimes rejoice in the refreshing coolness of the water; other times, we double over upon the impact of painful reality.
There’s something wrong, and I don’t know what to do.