Hope You’ll Be Well, Friend

I’m sorry,

my friend. I was always discouraging you.

I told you everyday when we were in high school that someday, in the future the oil industry would be obsolete. Forgotten.

But I respect you. You were so determined that somehow, your future lied here. You were so sure that this was what you want. I could look it into your eyes, and your eyes were burned with passion and spirit.

Self-Aware

I am aware,

that sometime, I don’t always get what I want. But rather, what I need.

When I told you a story that I wasn’t doing good in my academy, I was aware that God wanted the best of me. Somehow, I knew that I couldn’t stand spending my life studying in a subject of Computer Science. Yet, I chose it because I thought, if my parents wanted me to apply for Computer Science, it was because they knew what was best for me.

They didn’t.

Among Other Leaves

This is just a bunch of bushes and yellow flowers in my house. Sorry if the color is too unreal; I took the photo using my cellphone in HDR mode.

The Cost of Progress

Sometimes I think,

is this the replacement I want to have?

When the life in the nature somehow offers peace and serenity,

and this place offers luxury and advancement,

do we somehow deserve this?

Place to Come Back to

May yourself be lush indefinitely,

your beauty be timeless,

and your existence be missed,

because for us,

…you are a place to come back to,

forever.

via Daily Life: Lush

Nostalgic Scent

The smell of the rain,

it is so relaxing, soothing, and nostalgic. Too bad I almost never smell it.

When I was in/at high school, when the rain fell down I could sit there near the schoolyard watching the raindrops while smelling the scent. At that time, I suddenly felt relaxed; like I could sit there for hours and forgetting all of my problems at that time.

It was also nostalgic.

Resist what? This?

No way!

Wait, actually I should.

This is almost midnight. I have to resist eating this chocolate so I’m not getting fatter.  This is actually a very delicious chocolate to eat. Moreover, the price is cheap enough. And…,

Defend The Truth

For those whose families and friends have been stripped off of their rights,

Do not despair. Fight the injustice and let yourself be heard.

Because God helps those who attempt to defend kindness,

and defend the truth.

via Daily Post: Heard

Destructive Criticism

I have to be stronger,

when some of my friends criticize me in a bad way. Telling me that I am a fool, useless, and an unreliable man. That somehow I am way lesser than they are for them.

That made me pessimistic. I have to be stronger because the real world is cruel. If I am criticized, no matter whether it’s constructive or not, I have to accept it with open heart. Because sometimes, they are right. Maybe I am that low and I didn’t realize it. Maybe they just don’t know how to tell it in a good way.

Fresh Start

When I was 15,

I liked someone dearly. A very beautiful girl, so mysterious and innocent. Out of all girls in my school, she was the one who could really made me wanted to made her mine.

When the time came, it was her birthday. She just turned 16 that day, and I had doubt that she would accept me.

She cried.

She rejected me, but declined telling the reason why. It was crowded in that class; apparently I was very popular among my friends. We lost contact on that day.