Inexplicable ( i love saying it ! )
Early this morning, when i sat on the computer to view messages that might have came in amomg others, i opened my personal data disk and stumbled on this note written by a close friend of mine, which goes like this:
"…I like unexplainable things because they necessitate me to search for something deeper. A painting cannot be explained, nor friendship nor poetry nor life nor sunset nor love. I have been in love and I can’t even explain its inexplicability."
My, what a phrase! I believe in this. And whether we like it or not, things would continue to be inexplicable no matter how we try to disect it in our imagination.
No wonder i spent too much time wondering how a deep friendship went sour and still don’t see any explanation from anywhere. Friendship is one of the inexplicable substance in this great wide world!
Thanks to you my dear friend, now i rest my case.
