Good byes of more than 300 students and passengers!
"on the night of 15 April 2014, The sewol ferry departed incheon part, Korea. 476 passengers, including 325 students on a school trip to jeju island, were on board. Shhh... *On call - A ship is sinking"
True story! A long heartbreaking and touching story in short! Some years ago 476 passengers and 325 students who were in their field trip , more than 300 students died in sewol ferry accident. The captain and crew told the students to stay inside and they'll come back, but they didn't, Instead of saving those students, they saved themselves and students listened to their Elders without any reluctance, they believed in them which caused their death. Passenger called to the operators and informed them about the titling ship. They came, but they only escaped to the captains , When students were shifting in other boat, ship started to sink. And the who was supposed to be protect them was absent there. Students called there parents and there parents told them to follow the teacher's guidance. Which was their big mistake/regret . And when the ship was about to sink over, student massages their parents knowing they ain't alive anymore. The 'sewol' started to sink, when the captain escaped, more than half of the passengers were still on the ship. Instead of escaping the students and passengers government agencies repeatedly requested a camera to be sent for their internal reporting, "has the camera arrived, we are waiting for the images" But the camera was more important for them than those souls. Captain rescued himself without pulling the passengers first. Rescurers assumed the most of the people were out, not knowing that numerous students weren't. Coz they listened to their adults. "for some good things to happen sometime people have to disobey orders"
This is a long and heartbreaking accident.here want to finish it.
//mom, dad the ship is titled a lot, miss you GOOD BYE ~sewol students last msg~//
A good bye with thousands of memories. ... __________________________________________ Not any write up... But wanted to share it, maybe will delete it!. #temp Maybe #goodbye@writersnetwork@mirakee. ___________________________________________ Lastly wanna say that. - BTS- Spring day song, is dedicated to the families of those died students,. Recommending you all to listen it with lyrics. SPRING DAY /in my emotional playlist. :))
Looking at the shimmering stars on the black canvas, They are blindingly bright. Twinkling so as to hide the scars they bear. What lies beyond that vast space? A universe you say. Are you sure? Look at me falling into a black hole; Will I reach somewhere, Or just keep swirling,. With stardust and debris.? I envision to reach somewhere, But will I be able to reach there? I continued to deferre everything to later, What I did glean ? How do I get out from this prison? Falling, falling into the black hole, Screaming my missdeeds, what I did!? I lost resilience, I lost optimism, Falling into the hell with assorted misery and awe. My pain screams with me, Erosion of life comes on gradually, Will I survive? Or will I die? Or just keep swirling in this black hole which never ends.
Those hushed whispers of zephyr, Evokin the fairytales of humanity that buried in the depth of my heart , For when my soul pity on the enervated muse that mocking at those tears of humans, I may die thousand times in vain questioning why?! Yet greed rules the heart as it blind the eyes; to illustrate chaotic arts I may walk around the shades of darkness that break the serene smiles. And those serene rhymes about humanity That I always keep in my pocket of morals, For when my overactive ego that morphs me into the evil. My cruelty that snatch others euphoria and tranquility, For my repugnant behavior that hurt the hearts, And the ego which makes my eonia into envy, that can burn me, and morph me, into the demon that kills it's humanity over greed.
'I'm the mere human finding humanity in the ashes of bliss.'
Who am i...? I HAVE a body, but I'M not a body, There is not any proof that we are our body., I HAVE head, hands , eyes, and so On. I have these, but I'm not these. I have body... But I'm not body.
Who am i...? Am I my mind? I feel I have mind, but I'm not mind, Mind that thinks, dreams, remembers... I have it... I'm not it. I have mind... I'm not mind.
Who am i...? Am I the memory? (the memory often thought to be the part of the mind but yet) It remembers what I experience and It can recall everything that it records. But am I the memory? I have the memory, but I'm not the memory.
Then WHO AM I? Who is that 'I' ?
WHO AM I...? I'm not 'i' Then Who is that 'me' ? Who is 'me' ? WHO AM I ? WHO ARE WE?
Searching for me...
@/shrey2310 - please give a read to one of his post (masterpiece) on 'WHO ARE WE ?'
I know that it's hard to take the waterfalls and heart blushes that dwell within your mind to paper. I know that it's hard to make the birds chirp with poetic songs that perch in your heart sometimes. Yet it can be done. For once your muse goes on vacation it's hard to let your pen be possessed by your heart. The paper becomes dry like a desert and the wind that blows the kisses to your lover no longer blows. It's a dark time like a day without the sun a poetic eclipse of your world. But I'm here to tell you it won't last. The poetic whispers will flow like a strong river once again. Just hold on til then. Have the faith that your pen will once again make the dead emotions of others rise again. To flutter like beautiful butterflies. So continue to try. Even if its gibberish that not even a toddler could understand. Write on. For your muse will land upon you like a beautiful feather blessing you with an abundance of creativity. I know this all to well for I been there. So please dont give up!
Sometimes I await for those wrapped boxes outside my door, Sometimes under the Christmas tree, Sometimes when I cut the cake or even blow out the candles on top of it.
And at last when they would catch my eye, I'm always curious what it might be ? And when i open the gifts , I feel happy for a moment and then it's me back to normal. Just enjoying something , still waiting for something.
Then my door bell rings , unexpectedly on a Sunday morning . And to my surprise there was no one standing but a vintage wrapped box on my door mat. The one I awaited but with doubt. I quickly hurry inside and place it on the small table .
Without thinking twice I slowly remove the wrapper as the wrapper held magical powers of luring me . A brown small cardboard box lies there in front of me. Without hesitation I open the box just to get tears in my eyes .
It was a charm braclet . A beautiful one and a heart touching one too. The one I wanted from long .It had small gems around it and a big charm in between them with just a heart of color black . I look at my unwrapped gifts from yesterday and it gets me thinking , Why wasn't I this happy when I opened them ?
Maybe they did make me happy and blissful but not that much as this little charm here.
Maybe this is what you call a special gift. Just a wrapped box with no name or address . But you know it belongs to you.