A Little Treat of Pessimism

I've already heard about the coffee wise story. You know, about how we should live this world. A coffee bean when boiled would not crush so easily, instead, it would make a big change to the water, the water would smell good, smell of a coffee. The thing is we should make a difference that effects to our surroundings. 

Well that's another story. Not so long ago, I find another wise way to live. Living is like steaming the rice on the stove. At first, set a big fire to soften the rice until the water ceasing then set a small fire to cook it well to the end of the process. That's how we get a nice steaming rice. When our age is on the starting point, we have to whip ourselves hard, setting our effort on fire. But when the days are half way our age, give it a break, slow our pace and start to think it over, count our blessing and our deeds, to reach within our soul. 

Wow, that's deep. Which ever way of this life might go, maybe to me life is playing my kite, soaring to the blue blue sky. I can play hard but also smooth, surrendering to where the wind goes. And when the kite's thread is snapped, the only way is the ground. Then I fly another. Hehehehe, I wish it could be that simple, but it is actually simple if we want it that way. Frankly, this day I am still plundering my time thinking over and over all the virtue stories and hesitating to grab my own way. It's a long and winding road, and I'm still lingering on this cross road. 

Here I am, standing all alone

On the barren land, on this cross road

The sun's on my head, the wind's playing with my hair

They cannot heal my solitude 

Straight is my brain, stiff is my bone

On this ragged heart, I quote

Why do I let myself living in despair

I never believe that life is so rude

I even wrote this to life

Dear life,

Would you let me be your master

So, here I am again, standing all alone

Within dry air and quench killer

Yet, I linger

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It's a big day today. I made a pot luck date with some friends from high school years. It's amazing to see them again after years. I can see that there are changes but still I feel their used to be scent. It's always a warming surrounding being with the people from your past, don't you think so? A glimpse of memory, a touch of familiarity..... blending so sweet. Well, I assume they all agree that I am the one with the big changes. Hmm... I'm not so surprised when one of them greet me with, "Hey, you look different!" It's not the first time I hear this quotation from my long-time-no-see friends. Makes me wonder, am I really  a big difference now, what did make me change radically? I haven't asked for others opinion but me myself would say that my life is so full of ups and downs, so many dark alleys yet so much luck for me to be grateful for. People changes hopefully for the better, but still the inner you would never cease. The essence that you were born with. All life changes would only be a beautiful garnish featuring our soul. Well, it's just a thought. Thank you for today, my friends ^_^

Friends are like stars, sometimes you can't see them but you always know that they are there in the sky 

Confidence

A three year old girl rode on a picnic with her daddy. Along the way, the car passed a goat, and she loudly and cheerfully said, "It's a doooooooog ....! ". Her daddy laughed, "Are you sure, dear? Actually it's a goat". Not loosing her confidence then she shout again when passing a cow, "It's a goooooooooat...........!" 

How wonderful, the little one takes courage in expressing herself. She's not afraid of making mistakes. Often, we easily give up when things are not the way we want it. Our mistakes are shameful burden on the face. Why is that? It's a mistake, yes, and surely we should learn our lesson from it. Would it be helpful to regret things we've done wrong? Absolutely not. People live to fall and get up again. The good things would not represent the virtue if there are no bad things to compare. 

Keep a child's faith to step on the daily challenge. 

The only time you mustn't fall is the last time you try 

Persistence

The notorious Bali bombers, what about them. It was "a green mile" time for the mass killer, guilty as charged. The count down, most people would consider it as a depressing moment in facing death sentence. But not for the true believer of the so called religion knights, they looked light-hearted if cheerful sounded too awkward. The image of heaven and the pretty angels waiting probably was the only thing they tried to focus on. Well, maybe they are now enjoying their moment there .... or not .... we never know.

Silly? For some maybe; but, against all odds, I admire their strong will in comprehending, persisting and living their dream. How many of us put together the pieces of our days, constructing the pathway of our kind of life. Me, myself, is way ahead of my juvenile years yet my faith is still a baby I guess. I wonder what Luthfiana Ulfa's thinking when she agreed to be the wife of her-father-age man. A destiny, a devotion, a surrender, a serendipity, or just teenage blunt way of surrealism. Anyway, maybe it's about dedication, willingness, strong faith and living this world in the way we think is right. 

Everything in this universe could be right in a way. Perspective is the answer. What matters is to grow the best way of thinking, set a good mind and walk the most dignity. Still, it's not ourself to judge, but the eyes of this queer world.

Life for some is a pot luck

Waiting for something to come up

Might be good, might be something I love

Might be bad, might be something I hate

Yet, there are masterminds of life

Shaping, molding, creating their own path

It must be good, own way

It could be bad, own mess