We are more than the sum of our disappointments
More than the buckets of our tears through the decades
More than the lists of mistakes we made
Or the memories we took for granted, we set aside, we forgot, we relived.
We are more than the unnecessary lies we told.
More than just the casual smiles and glances in the hallways.
More than the sleepless nights, the sweaty trysts.
And definitely, more than the regrets that make up the mountains, hills and fields of our lives.
We are patches of light that brighten the centuries, you and I.
We are someone’s hope, we are someone’s last one percent that makes the day.
We are someone’s Could Be.
We are someone’s Paradise. Someone’s best form of deliverance.
Somewhere out there, there is someone to whom we are more than just
A tangle to be unraveled.
A riddle to be answered.
A problem to be solved.
A child to be taught.
---by H.Taotjo, May 2014