I remember the blazing sun from Langkawi Island a few months ago when I went for a little family trip.
The underwater world was calming, and put me in a trance — a good kind. that's when I met a tribe of penguin. I kept on gazing at the penguins for some reason as the smallest of all swam and hug their mothers. Not knowing the world that they are living in — is actually a human created prison.
The tour guide tapped on my shoulder and took me back to reality with this one sentence :
"Penguin can identify their soulmates, and they will stay loyal to their true love until their last breath — even being far apart because that is the only love that they know and found during their short span of life."
"and that is why their loyalty is the saddest thing in the word for they will not find another even if their soulmate died"
I remember being so innocent in love that I thought to myself :
"How lucky are penguins. I hope I'll find someone someday who might find me in the sea of humans and will love me alone, despite having 7 copycats in the world"
What I failed to realize back then was, how misfortune the one who got left behind with lifelong loyalty for the only love they came to know.
