Value

Perhaps the morning glories that still haven't roll in their petals in evening sunset bring you back to your childhood.
Perhaps the allergy to dishwasher gel that recurs after nine years bring you back to your reason of disliking doing dish.
Perhaps seeing the mother trying to climb up a motorcycle while the father holding their newborn and stabilizing the motorcycle with his legs bring you back to your mom's story about her stage of starting life with dad when you were coming along.
Perhaps the aeroplane cross the blue cloudy sky bring you back where you start your first step.
Perhaps the gone with wind dry dead leaves bring you back to where your heart belongs.
Something. Somewhere. Sometime.
Perhaps everything has it sentimental value to bring you back to your existence. And 'produced' what you're now.

Sesungguhnya Allah amat benci orang yang terlalu bersastera, yang memutar-mutarkan lidahnya seperti lembu yang memutarkan lidahnya. ~Riwayat at-Tirmidhi