Part of me

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Whenever I was heartbroken, I told my friends that part of me was just dead. Said it couple of times, I started to wonder if it was just one part, that part of me that can die and regrow.

There were a number of times that I stood on a scale and tried to see if I can weigh that part. I never can. But I know it was gone and my heart felt much lighter. When my heart was light, I somehow knew I will be alright. One way or the other, everything will work out just fine.

But that part of me always come back. Sometimes, when the pain started to grow inside me, I realized that that part of me had come back. When it start to hurt like hell, that part will die again......Sometimes, I hated that part...Don't know how to make it go away without feeling pain......

When I was an art museum last week, I happened to stand right beside some school chidren. Their teacher was explaining to them how Ejyptian weigh people's heart against a Jar of feather and determine who went to heaven. They said only people with a light heart can go to heaven.

Standing in the middle of a art museum, my tears started to run out of eyes.......I suddenly realize that we all have that part.......we all have it..........Maybe we don't have to wait until we die to go to hell or heaven

Maybe we are already there. Or maybe we live in a universe full of those bubbles. Some are darker than the other. When we stay in a dark bubble, that part of us will grow. People we met may repel each other. When we are repelled and break the wall of a dark bubble, that part will die.....

After I had this theory of bubble, I started to see people differently. I just saw a man walking by without replying to my greeting. I started to wonder if his part was growing...........Should it make a difference if his part was growing?...I don't know..........There are too many things that I don't know.





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