It shall believed that no one ever dream about being a mankind. No one desire about walking down in this imperfect earth, not for some soul, it shall believed.
It shall believed that few soul doesnt really belong to this kind of universe. History says it is the old soul that trapped in a new form of human being, a long story they’ve gotten, like in the finest ghibli movie.
Some old soul wanted to go back to where they belong, the year they belong, the year that manifest a better living environment than world nowadays.
Then a question appear, is it money? is it faith? is it love? is it popularity? It’s the way of living, sir.
“Dear my love,
On behalf of my existence in this universe, i write this last testament of mine.
In my era there is no god. In my era there is no war. In my era there is no social stratification. In my era there is no political parties.
In my era i read only old paper that contain a wonderful journey of a lone wolf, a guide to meditating, a place where nature is completely unharmed.
A place where no one argued about how life created and which god is better. A place where no one have religion. A place where spiritualism is within oneself and it’s enough to make a human, human, without visualizing a superficial creature that doesn’t really exist.
In my era, there are good deeds and bad deeds. In my era, human is the main business of life. Not a digital cellphone like people nowadays.
