We often heard that young guy go to courting their lover, singing, playing guitar, waiting outside for all night in front of lover’s house. That’s Italian style of romance to make up a love story. Then, two young couples got married, consisting a family, and having children. When did you hear the difference between the big D and small one? That when a Democrat tells it from the democracy? No, it was divorce looming large to make out from division or separation. When the love theme of sad song played, you know that another day would be taking off, destination unknown, if tomorrow would be the future. But never quarrel with each other when your young ones were nearby. That would be an everlasting fault to be imprinted in their young minds and cannot be erased even decades later. You would never have a chance to mend it, you know. That could be a pity.
Pity is akin to love, but oxymoron is not like oxytocin or estrogen which are found to work in your brain. Rhetoric of your close friend sometimes was breaking your heart, or even your mind and body. Then you were taking a medical leave, absence of sickness, becoming invisible to your peers, and they would think you were a freak if you are stubborn enough. Or you were just a poor wretch if you were to show your weakness or to admit failure. Finally you found that nobody could confirm what happened and everybody had their reasons. No swing guaranteed a straight face and royal in your heart. But who would allow that? Your young at heart or old at heart? Not old, just elder?
David CK Chang, SSN057-86-4042,
October 5, 2012,