Sem break phase #3

I just read this one blog which i dunno how i found it. The author prefers to use English to express his feeling, btw, i spotted some grammar mistakes in most of his entries..it doesnt matter. the matter is the content and the message is understandable. Even, my english is not as good as his..my point is, i feel comfortable reading his blog and enjoy it so much because he has good selection of words... his words selection are good enaf to make me feel what he felt at that moment...

i went through all his entries and this one entry has caught my eyes to read it..A sword without a shealth..it tells how a woman brings out the softness and warmness inside a man...maybe it sounds like i'm a feminist but i dun think so..most of the guys nowadays, dunno how to appreciate women(mother,sister,wife)..so this would be a good reading for all guys out there...

perhaps i can copy n paste it here with 'his' permission...

A Sword Without A Shealth
(A Man Without A Women that he loved)

whats the meaning of this life when we live just for ourself… not for others…a sword that bear in hand without a shealth.. will get rusted, devoured by rust that will never shine a gain…
the sword will get dull and polluted maybe breake when it used again… when the sword face loneliness only the
wind can coated the iron steel, make sound like the sword crying, begging to be taken away…
the sword maybe brutal, savage when the war come… it sharpness can cut enemy so easily… no one can survive
after the slash… but it only temporary… when the war end and the world become peace.. the sword been left
away… rusted and rot… what its destiny? to kill and make the bearer survive through the war… after the
jobs done.. we just left behind…
but when the sword carved with sheath… it still can hold last till the another war came…when the sword sharpness kill the enemy.. the sheath cover the sword from being rusted… the shealth clean
away the blood stains… dun know how savage the sword is… when it back to the shealth it become gentle not
as bloodthristy machine… covered with blood
the sheath washed away all the madness, the softness inside, the warm make we want to wash it all away…soon it feel like it complete when it combined (sword + shealth)the one provide shelter from rain and heat(the shealth)the one who protect other from being harm(the sword)
we still need each other if we want to keep on living in this harsh word…but still when the sword break… the sheath will die… but not if there is another one…same fate goes to
the sword…
we will die when we fall.. we will live when we rise..but when we rise too high, when we fall, we would never be able to stand again…the meaning of life… its just the pain we need to bear…the happiness???…. is the cure for the pain…do not worry,,, do not getting angry…. do not STOP…. dont be devoured by the darkness…so why don we just follow the light.. till the very end we stand…as a sword or shealth…

taken from:http://nick0tyne.blog.friendster.com/