High like a kite

What comes up to your mind when you think about a kite?

   The sky.

A piece of paper magnificently engineered, hand crafted hold together by the framework made up of pieces of sticks glued together by two centimetre type tape soaring through the sky.

Isn't it ironic that a piece of paper, fragile, crumbled when touched, tear with the slightest mistake is flying vigorously through the sky, cutting the clouds and capturing the sunshine...just like, an organ of a person, the heart...easily broken, so fragile, crumbled when filled with hatred and tear with every broken promises.

The human heart

  The heart is a muscular organ which pumps blood through the blood vessels of the circulatory system. The heart is located in the middle compartment of the mediastinum in the chest.

Is that all to it? From thousand of years of research and technology focusing on the human body, the only thing the world leading scientist, doctors and professors can come up with is that the human heart is a pumping machine? And here I am...dumbfounded..I thought the internet has all the answers and solution...in the past, we pray for god to answer, now we just go-ogled everything.

Is the heart supposed to act like a vessel, being the middleman just to get us through our brief cycle of life here in earth? but then, have you ever wondered why do we feel pain the most in the chest area? Its more than physical pain, physical pain people can endure but emotional pain? Is the heart the centre for emotions? Don't we feel and provide emotions from the brain? But then why does the chest feels the most? Why does people say when you sing, sing your heart out? Oh, probably emotions comes from there. Why do we feel the most from our heart? Comes a day emotions circulate, lingering around our bodies trying to spurt out from our lungs. So many questions, but without questions there are no answer...question everything. (Why?)

"Pain"

The worse feeling people of all ages no matter where your from try to avoid. We became blind, our ear shut tight like a seal swimming in the waters of Antarctica, our mouth knitted closed like a doll hiding inside a box. We run, we surfed away from pain. 

Where there is moon there is a sun, where there is darkness there will be light, where there is yin, Mr yang will always be there and when there is pain, happiness surely will come by. Let me describe, happiness is when you finally get the toy car, the toy doll when your were a child that you would play continuously for hours and hours and even bring that toy to bed and bath. Happiness is also when you feel a cosy, fuzzy warm blanket covering the glow emitted from the centre of your body...and that feeling comes when you saw your mother smiled.. Love your parents, we are getting bigger but don't forget that they are getting older. 

Im sorry I had to stop writing, tears are welling up my eyes thinking about my parents.

Growing up with 3 other brothers, Im not the one to be proud of. I finished my diploma yet seems to be unemployed.  For 2 years. And yet what i always wanted is for my parents to be proud of me. 

This was meant for an introduction on the author, an amateur which chooses pen and paper as a hobby.

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Regards,

Mr.handgrenade.